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yotsubaclover · 21 days

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explaining my blorbo associations pt2: jules who i do not draw often im so sorry u look like that babygirl

song: i actually... have never made a jules playlist LMAO my jules brainrot is so academic i could spit theories for him but not songs. so i had to dive into my spotify likes and find something. goldilocks spot is actually from a very old jolyne playlist i made but i think it also fits jules. to me it's a song about being painfully aware of how... average? not-outstanding? just there? you are and the angst that comes with it, the bitterness towards other people (in jules' case, for not seeing him as who he knows himself to be—a noble). but there's also a stubborness and pride that keeps you from fully confronting those feelings/that dilemma and finding peace within it, which is fitting for the persistent turbulence within jules... a lot of this is my (quite liberal?) interpretation tho so yeah

color & object: purple is the color of royalty and lavender is pretty and calming and healing. quite the nice set of descriptions for someone like jules :)

animal: i dont kin assign animals often so this was hard. but i chose raven as a parallel to doves... because jules' dove of happiness was/is rosemarine, and because jules is almost like rose's shadow in many ways... also ravens are kinda bad omens i feel like for all the gentleness jules shows he is also obviously capable and willing to do terrible things, he's selfish and prideful and even a little greedy... and lol i think the negativity also fits some of his self-image

drink: tea! of course! what else would i put

aesthetic: i think classic dark academia with all its elite-ness and occult-ness and general fucked up-ness would be a very average jules genre. smack him in a dark academia plot a la secret history and he's right at home lol. even his fallen noble status makes for an interesting pov in a dark academia story. the genre's potential for class analysis and commentary too is jules de ferrier

other: i think it was a fic which was about jules and perfume which made me think about this association... lavender was the scent too so that is another explanation to the above lol. as for the shadows again it's cos of his duo thing with rosemarine but also everything he does is kind of... in the shadows... he has engaged in shady shit (gang moment???) and is often lurking/observing situations (as the right hand man yk) and also just him looking out for the people he cares about even if in incredibly convoluted ways (see: rosemarine and jules' deal with the thugs who wanted to beat him up when they first arrived at lacombrade). he does the dirty work in the dark or smth like that. tbh there are a lot of oppositions with rosejules, the light/shadow thing is pretty on the nose i think but my favorite is probably the feminine/masculine. (disclaimer thisis an idea spitball Only so pls do not sue me for incorrect use of terminology; im sorry feminist theory i promise ill read more of you BUT a lot of the ideas kind of branch out of 2nd wave ideas/concepts i believe)

because publicly rose seems to take the patriarchal role as the superintendent (ie. being the disciplinarian, having power, being the symbol of the institution) while jules assumes a more matriarchal role as advisor, someone more approachable and "kinder" than the patriarch... then it all gets skewed because of auguste's presence, so they actually switch with rose being "feminized" and jules being "masculinized" but anyway LOL i have many thoughts on this specific kind of. feminist/queer inspired reading of rosejules

i hate his ass so much cos it's so fucking hard to break his character down in a comprehensible way. the thesis topic thing is only partly a joke. i genuinely think with the depths i am going to look at this i can find something in him or maybe im just delusional lmao i probably am

#raccoon brainrot emporium #kazeki #kaze to ki no uta #jules de ferrier

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helenapsent · 2 months

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I'm involved in making a zine based on "Song of the Wind and Trees" (KazeKi), and so I decided to do a little face painting of my favorite guys from there - Arion and Jules - to get used to them

And in the time I've been sketching Arion's portrait, I've had reason to hate his curls (they're so damn hard to manage) :DD

It was hard to draw Jules' face, it only came out on the second try

/I really like the canon style of the manga and would try to draw in it, but my brain blocks it in every way it can, and I know I'll end up with something that's definitely my own, since I'm just not in the mood for repeating someone else's style :/

#kaze to ki no uta #kazeki #songofthewindandtrees #arion rosemarine #rosemarine #jules de ferrier #art #sketch #doodle #digital art #portrait #artist on tumblr

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1234explode-blog · 8 months

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With you, it's different pt. 4

That night, Gilbert couldn't sleep. he lay down with his back to Auguste who had fallen asleep earlier than him. he chewed into his blankets and eyes fell on the carpeted floor. the time he will leave Lacombrade is near....he has to leave everything with a heavy heart including Serge.

Gilbert didn't want that. he did not want to accept the fact that he would be separated from the boy.

as Gilbert was trying to sleep by slowly closing his eyes, he heard a sound like pebbles being thrown against the balcony glass.

With brows furrowed, Gilbert slowly lifted himself up, sat down, lowered his legs slowly and looked behind him to make sure he wasn't making too much noise lest Auguste wake up. Gilbert slowly walked towards the balcony. He opened the curtains and sure enough; there were 5 pebbles thrown and the person stopped when he opened the curtain.

"What on earth is it...?" he said in a quite voice.

The blond slowly opened the glass door sleading to the balcony and to his surprise he saw who the culprit is.

"S-Serge...?!",

Gilbert said raising his voice but he quickly covered his own mouth and heard Auguste's grunt, but it quickly disappeared. he almost got caught...

Serge is right under the balcony, holding a small pebble in his hand. he also only wears his night gown covered by a robe.

"Gilbert, I-"

The blond was about to say a word but Serge went into the bushes as if looking for something. his eyes widened as the dark skinned boy brought out a ladder and positioned them right in front of Gilbert.

"Serge, what the...? are you crazy..?!" he shouted in a whispering voice to the boy who started to climb. Gilbert reached his hand down and Serge happily held his hand until he was at the point of interest and he use his other hand to hold onto the balcony to support their weights.

they stared at each other for a few moments until Gilbert pulled him into a hug, slender arms wrap themselves around his neck.

"You're an idiot...!"

He heard the blond scolded him against his ear but he didn't care. he hugged him back with one arm.

"What are you doing here, Serge? You're not supposed to be here! How did you get out?"

"I have my idea. I waited patiently until the lights are out."

"Why...?"

"I...I just wanted to see you, Gilbert. I also forget to say something to you..."

"What is it?" Gilbert asked with a slight meek voice which came out naturally everytime he's with Serge. The dark skinned boy brings his hands up to cup Gilbert's cheeks, "this," he murmurs, leaning in closer,

"bonne nuit (goodnight), Gilbert." And their lips press together.

It’s like two worlds meld into one. Serge's lips always feel so perfect against his that every concern, every thought, every feeling that isn’t this evaporates. Everything is warm, warm, warm...

Gilbert happily accepted the kiss Serge gave him. A Goodnight kiss...he never got that from Auguste. Not even once.

The kiss ended perfectly and slowly, both of their eyes are dazed, looking into each other.

Gilbert's slender hands went up to gently cups his cheeks too. he love the feeling of Serge's skin...so warm and tender. his thoughts are cut off by Serge's lips on his cheek, trailing down to his jawline and neck.

"Je t'aime (I love you).." whispered Serge and he gave one last peck on the blond's lips. his fingers also slip off his face and Gilbert just wanted to pulled him back up, to kiss him again, to touch him again and became one with him.

He watch with sad eyes as Serge came down, finally getting his feet on the ground, putting back the ladder between the thick bushes, gives one last glance up at him smiling and then leaving.

He couldn't believe Serge had just risked his "life" just to see him, to say goodnight and a kiss. love sometimes makes people do anything even their lives.

Gilbert is too dumbfounded to say 'I love you too' to Serge before he's leaving...

Love is a fire that burns unseen,

a wound that aches yet isn’t felt,

an always discontent contentment,

a pain that rages without hurting.

In the classroom, Gilbert silently reading his book. out of nowhere, Jack, their annoying classmate came up to his seat and put his hand on the table.

"Hey, Juliet~ where's your Romeo? I don't see him everywhere~"

Carl noticing the way Gilbert's hands flenched into fists, stood up immediately "enough, Jack."

Jack just made a mocking face and bowed so he was level with the seated Gilbert, "What? why? isn't that true? where is your beloved Romeo, Juliet?"

Carl furrowed his brows and walked up to them "I said enough Jack! you're only going to stir up fights!"

"Leave it alone, Carl! Gilbert would never fight back, would he? It's always Serge protecting his little ass." after Jack said that, he laughed loudly with the rest except for Carl, Pascal, Kurt and Nekka who looked at the blonde with worried eyes.

Gilbert seemed to have had enough, he closed his book hard and stood up. Jack brought his face closer to the blond "Hey hey, someone seems to be upset~ are you going to cry in your lover's arms?~" he giggled.

Gilbert turned slowly towards Jack and in a swift movement, he punched him hard in the face sending the boy flying backwards. the class let out shocked and cheering sounds, Pascal with Kurt and Nekka left their seats and approached.

Jack grimaced in pain as he held his face. he was given no time to open his eyes, Gilbert came over to him again and sat on his torso, clutching his collar,

"what do you want from me?! what do you want?!" he shouted right in Jack's face.

Pascal and Nekka tried to get rid of Gilbert, tugging at his arms but they realized that Gilbert is too strong. His anger makes him unleash his strength...

"What?! you wanna kill me?! I'm already dead, you bastard!", the blond shouted more.

"Gilbert, enough!!"

"Someone call the teacher!!"

"Hey, look, Jack's nose is bleeding!!"

the students there started to clamor when they noticed Jack's nose is letting out some blood. His male peers backed away, some of them are trying to help him, "get your hands off me!!", Gilbert shouted and fought against the hands of his two friends.

Pascal had no choice, he wrapped his arms around the blond's slender waist and held him as hard as he could from behind.

Gilbert instead held the arms holding him together and tears started to fall from his eyes. sadness and anger become one.

Why don't people let him live in peace?

'..Serge, this is all your fault...! Your fault, S-Serge!'

"His punches too hard!" Jack said while still trying to stop the blood from flowing from his nose, "Damn, I think my nose is broken ..!"

"That's what you get! If you had kept quiet, things wouldn't have turned out like this!"

Carl knelt beside the silent Gilbert who let his tears answer all his feelings.

"Gilb-"

"Let go of me! You have no right to hold me!!" shouted the blond still trying to get away and he tried to elbow Pascal behind him,

"uwa-! Carl, do something!" said the glasses brunette managed to avoid the attack. Carl's brows furrowed; he didn't know what to do...his heart didn't know how and didn't give a definite direction. he started to break out in a cold sweat.

Serge, is not there because he got called to play the piano again as usual.

"Carl!!"

Awakened by Pascal's voice and glaring at him, Carl shook his head and his eyes started to watering,

"Forgive me!" before cupping Gilbert's face and…kissing him right on the lips.

Everyone was shocked and silent for a moment.

the kiss miraculously managed to paralyze Gilbert. the blond stopped moving as if he get hypnotized.

'God, forgive me...forgive me....!'

Gilbert sat quietly on the bed with bandaged fist because he punched Jack with a fair amount of force and it made his skin red. Carl was standing by the window with a hint of regret that he kissed Gilbert. it is a great sin. he shouldn't have done that, but otherwise Gilbert would not stop.

this wasn't the first time their lips touched. Gilbert had kissed him by force before, now, he's the one kissing him...

Carl notices a change in Gilbert when he and Serge form a relationship. Gilbert, change for the better and be more diligent in class time. he always answered almost all the questions which made his name written in the bulletin as the "highest score".

Serge's presence in his life brings positive endings.

"Gilbert..." he called out. he saw new tears fall from pale cheeks with a blush and red lips that curved slightly downwards.

"Carl..."

The effeminate voice called out to him too. he looked up and looked at Carl with a face that shows his true self he hides behind the little devil's mask. the blond's eyebrows arched downwards, his green eyes seemed to have lost their light and his aura was very different.

"W-Will you..listen to my request..?"

"I will..what is it, Gilbert?"

"Can you hold me?"

Carl suddenly shocked and his expression slowly showed fear, but Gilbert quickly parried the words he was about to say,

"Not...not what you think, Carl. I...I want you to be Serge for now. Just hold me.

W-wrap your arms around me. Protect me..he always do that..." Gilbert cried out, his hand clutching the white sheets underneath him and his tears dripping down.

"Hug me...Carl...please..."

He begged again.

'Poor little angel...you wanted me to pretend to be Serge so you could rest easy.

Is this proof that I can only be an outlet for people's loneliness? Oh God, should I?'

Carl chewed the bottom of his lip before slowly approaching the blond, "you won't do anything to me?" and Gilbert shook his head,

"I won't, I swear to God..."

'He bring God it means he really do. Should I trust him...?'

Carl took a deep breath and exhaled. he sat beside Gilbert and waited. the two stared at each other, until the blond rested his head on his shoulder. the neat black-haired boy still too scared to touch him, but it felt reassuring.

'Is this how you feel, Serge?'

a comfort and serenity that he had never felt before.

Gilbert's wavy golden hair also grew longer. finally, Carl worked up the courage to hug the blond and rubbed his back. Carl never comforted anyone, but he'd seen how Serge comforted Gilbert, so he knew a little.

still, Gilbert's heart belongs to Serge and is open only for him.

"You know, Carl..?" the slightly hoarse effeminate voice started, "What is it?"

"I've always been bad. Probably I shall be bad again, punished again. But the worse I am, the more I need God. I can't shut myself out from His mercy....you know what I mean..?"

Carl nodded and Gilbert scoff through his tears, "Of course, you knew...No one is ever holy without suffering, Carl. No One."

'Gilbert...

oh Gilbert...

His heart; some long word at the heart. He is dying of a long word.'

"The langour of Youth - how unique and quintessential it is. How quickly, how irrecoverably, lost!

I felt that I was leaving part of myself behind, and that wherever I went afterwards I should feel the lack of it, and search for it hopelessly, as ghosts are said to do, frequenting the spots where they buried material treasures without which they cannot pay their way to the nether world...it's hopeless.",

Auguste said sipping his glass of wine with Jules sitting on the sofa the opposite of him with one leg crossed.

"That's very flamboyant of you, Auguste Beau. I never thought such elegance came out of your mouth."

"My theme is memory, that winged host that soared about me one grey morning of war-time. These memories, which are my life for we possess nothing certainly except the past were always with me, dear Boy.

You just have to understand me better." Auguste smile a little, lifting his wine glass up and admiring the crystal sparks.

"But these young people have such an intelligent, knowledgeable surface, and then the crust suddenly breaks and you look down into the depths of confusion you didn't know existed.

Of course those that have charm don't really need brains.."

"Are you talking about Serge? That boy is still young but already possessed a magnetic charm."

"Speaking of Serge, I asked him to come here." just before Jules say something, the doors were open and a tall and slim young man with short black wavy hair, light brown skin and face like a fawn stood there.

"There he is. Come and sit down, dear boy Serge." Auguste said to the boy with a smile. Serge don't know if he should trust that smile or not after what they always went through...

Jules watch him walking to sit beside him. A little far. He eyed by how big Serge have become now and how attractive he have become; his dark hair, his big brown eyes, thick eyelashes, light brown skin and...kissable lips.

"So, how's your piano, Serge?" asked Auguste, pouring a bottle of wine into a new empty glass.

"It's great. My all time favourite thing to do, sir."

Auguste's smile widened, putting the lid back on and put the bottle on the table, Serge take the wine glass. Jules watched the way his lips slightly pursed taking the thin glass in between, the dark reddish purple liquid being sucked into his mouth, Serge's thick eyelashes making it looks like he's closing his eyes when he actually not and his adam-apple slightly bopping as he swallowing.

Jules had never paid much attention to Serge, except for Gilbert, but he realized just now that this young aristocrat is actually very attractive.

His dark skin dazzled him.

Beautiful.

Auguste, notice the way Jules stared at Serge, chuckle and cleared his throat to catch his attention back and it worked.

"Serge, I actually call you here to say Goodbye to you.

Gilbert and I will leave tomorrow.."

Serge's eyes wide open and he was lucky he already put the glass wine on the table in front of them.

Already..?!

"W...what?"

#kaze to ki no uta #kazeki #the poem of the wind and the trees #gilbert cocteau #serge battour #auguste beau #carl maisser #jules de ferrier #kazeki with you it's different #kazetokinouta #la balada del viento y los árboles #kaze to ki no uta fanfictions #takemiya keiko #keiko takemiya

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lovetornnatasha · 23 days

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Jules de Ferrier genuenly makes me so insane because I didn't remember anything that happened past volume 12 until I started my second full re read last month. To say Jules sleeping with GIlbert while he is in that state was a jumpscare it would be understimate it.

This is mainly hate but the only real reasoning i have for that to happen is that it was meant to show Jules becoming evil and just like August or whatever but in a canon point of view it makes no sense because WHAT FAULT DOES GILBERT HAVE? I "understood" his beef with Rosemarine because I am constantly remembering dove of happiness. Cool he was mean to you as a kid and you are fucked up mentally I GET IT I HATE IT BUT AT LEAST YOU TELL ME WHERE ITS COMING FROM WHAT THE FUCK DOES GILBERT HAVE TO DO WITH YOUR FUCKED UP HEADDDDD

#i feel this is terribly worded but i dont care anymore i need him dead #i have an au where rosemarine kills him dor that same reasons #plus it is not something overlooked. it is something that reappears soon after and even during paris #may elaborate more later i dont know i am TIRED #kaze to ki no uta #jules de ferrier

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deschainartnerd · 1 month

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The horrors persist evidently

#kaze to ki no uta #the poem of the wind and the trees #arion rosemarine #jules de ferrier

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enfertism · 4 months

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I think he looks like he’d be from Nyan Neko Sugar Girls (visual to help you understand)

#kazeki #jules de ferrier #I feel like I shouldn’t tag this #sorry to any Jules fans I think

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kazetokinouta-a · 2 years

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I'm just finishing kaze to ki no uta but, it was never clear to me if between Jules and Rosemarine there was any attraction beyond friendship

Hey anon, while I was reading I knew they were shipped, so i thought there would be a romance between them in the manga.

But that didn’t happen, they have an odd relationship where it seems like they just support each other's company, but deep down they like each other.

There's a cute moment between them, when Jules is in bed and Rosemariné kisses his cheek. But as they get older, those moments don't come around anymore. In The Dove of Happiness, at the end, it felt like they wanted to tell each other how they felt, but nothing happened.

I think Keiko left it to the reader to interpret their relationship, as there are people who see them as a couple and others don't, so apparently nothing is confirmed.

I personally think they have feelings for each other, but they don't want to admit it, because their relationship is already complicated, a romance would make it even more complicated. But this is just my point of view.

But it would be interesting to know what readers here on the blog think. Do you think Jules and Rosemariné have feelings for each other or is this just an interpretation of the readers? Write your opinions here in the comments

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figchn · 2 years

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Trying to learn from Takemiya sensei’s style...

#rkgk #gilbert cocteau #serge battour #auguste beau #arion rosemarine #jules de ferrier #kaze to ki no uta #keiko takemiya #fan art #fanart

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arionrosemarinet · 7 months

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He's such a loser he's literally me

#arion rosemarine #jules de ferrier #kaze to ki no uta #the poem of the wind and the trees

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iiyarada · 7 months

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Hi Kazeki fandom (three people and a rock)

#kaze to ki no uta #kazeki #arion rosemarine #jules de ferrier #little rosemarine was so stupid #風と木の詩

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yotsubaclover · 20 days

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super rough jules pseudo analysis thing

still think the most ??? train of thought ive had about jules is the line of analysis where i try to tie his dynamic with rosemarine to some sort of still-wonky class analysis

like i need to reread because it's been a while so i might simply be projecting but i remember talking about rose basically being like. bureaucrat capitalist nouveau riche vs jules being an impoverished and landless (?) noble and how the milieu of kazeki's narrative could have something to do with that (plus the later bits *coughs paris arc coughs* on urbanity... which is more directly about class p much)

my favorite part about that analysis is looking at how power and gender intersects cos in the case of jules, if land = power = masculinity and he is rendered landless by a series of unfortunate events, he is effectively castrated by the loss. and so much of jules' life is defined by trying to grapple with that vacuum (tbh you can interpret his shady dealings as like, kinda trying to compensate for his masculinity, because rising the ranks in the underground is power too, but since it's underground it's not really recognized so)... but ultimately kind of just always being on the fence about things. lmao.

queerness plays a big role in the hot mess that is jules. bc his character is stripped of his masculinity by the establishment and forced to occupy another (opposite!) role... and ofc because he loves rosemarine, he is obsessed with rosemarine, and he can't seem to reconcile himself with that fact nor can he let it go even well into the future, as in dove of happiness.

tldr; no one knows what goes on with jules de ferrier, even himself!!! (actually we kinda do know he has a crazy complex @ rosemarine which is very love and hate and tied to his self-image and gender concept. jules himself however) lololol. he's so bitter and terrible and this is a very limited and rudimentary look at the gears that turn this weirdo's head but it's like, wow, this guy is the side character ever and you can dig this deep into him??? sometimes i genuinely feel crazy but i think that's the charm of kazeki, the characters are like jawbreakers, you gotta take your time to melt and experience all the layers...

but this line of thinking also makes me curious about what the milieu of kazeki's production might have to do with these themes. bc you know. there are countless papers on marxist readings of rov and how its story coincided w irl social movements re: leftism and feminism in japan. what about kazeki? like i think there's potential in there... uuu... wanna study...

#raccoon brainrot emporium #kazeki #jules de ferrier #sorry for being crazy about jules it will happen again #this is what runs through my brain almost daily i really really need to like #write a thorough well researched academic essay about this guy like PROPERLY THIS TIME #cos i already did before but it was super shitty analysis

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