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Non-viewers of this show could never guess which dude bags the baddest bitch in town
The hug shared by two yearners!
The relief and contentment on Malthus' face; the way he looks like he has let out the breath that he's been holding back as he inhales the scent of Hilda—like his body's survival relies on breathing in her presence. And this is also paired with the initial shock on Hilda's end? The way her expression went from pure happiness and surprise that the saint came to her room, before contorting to a cry of relief as she was, yet again, assured that Malthus does indeed love her.
Then not even a few minutes later, Malthus says that he wanted to see her place—expressing his desire to know her more; to see Hilda's room not as a man that lines up to wait their turn, not as a saint of the conservative society that wants to chastise her, and not as a colonel that flashes her with gifts, but someone that wants to see the decorations of Hilda's sanctuary that wholly paints her. It was the moment that he found out about her favorite music box—one that she got when she was 15—and her love for jewelry and perfume
Definitely one of their most intimate scenes when you consider that this was the first time that Malthus willingly chose to be with her, and Hilda's first experience of a man coming inside her room with the purest intentions, even if it was to say good bye; even if it may be their last, he only longed to spend time with her.
Rodrigo Santoro and Ana Paula Arósio as Malthus and Hilda on Hilda Furacão (1998)
happy hilda furacão with english subtitles by jabu translations one year anniversary!
i hope people understand and acknowledge how incredible it is that viral tiktok edits of ana paula arósio as the titular character led to one person deciding to make the series accessible to the many english-speakers who wanted to watch it and creating such an organic viewing experience as everyone waited every few days for a new episode. not only did they translate the series in english (and then went on to translate them in spanish and french), but they shared those episodes for free across different platforms and allowed for them to be downloaded onto our own devices. that's extremely generous work! i hope their site stays up during this hostile time on the internet where the work of archivists and digital libraries are being erased and free streaming platforms are being shut down and torrent sites become banned by governments. i hope they can continue to translate whatever other shows they would like to and share to a new audience and people continue to support their endeavors.
Hilda Furacão
Roberto, Malthus e Aramel. O trio
Do you have any Hilda Furacao headcanons?
Mine is that Hilda wept when she saw Malthus' self-flagellation scars and she kissed them.
Another is that they bathed in the bubble bath and daydreamed of a life together in those hours that they were in Hilda's room. Or they spoke about their childhoods.
I only saw this now i'm so sorry 😭 I really like the thought of Malthus repeatedly telling Hilda that he loved her after they got back together at the end of the series as some form of reassurance that he wouldn't leave her again
I also believe that Malthus has memorized every freckle and mark that decorates Hilda's shoulders as he often stared at her, especially during the council votings. It's just the intimacy of knowing the beauty that adorned Hilda, with Malthus probably thinking that each part of her is just incredibly breathtaking
Omg I really love the hcs that you mentioned! This is based off of a fic, but I like to think that Hilda got angry at first when he saw Malthus' scars, not knowing that it was him who inflicted it upon himself. And them daydreaming of a life or just talking about themselves to each other. I'm so sad, I wish we saw them just speaking to each other like two normal couples, with their differences being cast aside just for a moment :(
Hilda does not play games. Everytime I assume she has some kind of strategy behind her actions I'm proved wrong by the narrative.
The whole marriage thing, which I thought at first was just some plot to make Malthus jealous and prompt him to do something, was actually not. She just wanted to move on and let him know, much as he had let her know she was to disappear from his life.
That was made clear by her extremely violent reaction to his choir singing just for her. Happy at first, she soon realized this meant she still loves him and that he still cares for her. It hurt too much to know that moving on was not on the table for either of them, actually, but that getting together seemed just as our of reach. That it was his church choir paying singing was just another sign of what side he was still on. A reminder he's a man of god and thus unavailable regardless of how much love there is between them.
Hilda's Perfume · The Scent of Lilies / The Valley of Happiness / Our Lady's Tears
my love; there is no flaw in you.
Love is seen through the eyes
Hilda Furacão · Malthilda x Arctic Monkeys
Malthus spent the entirety of his life trying to fulfill his mother's prophecy of having a son that was a saint; he was raised by a priest who spent his entire life trying to offer a saint to God; everything that he has done was for the sake of others and their happiness, not his. Hilda was basically the only thing that he decided for himself, the single thing that he wanted, yet he was forced to deny himself of her; he felt guilty and hurt himself, due to the ideals that he was manipulated to believe in; he refused to give in to his humanly desires.
It's kind of silly how he wanted to perform a miracle by exorcising her so he could finally be a saint, but unknowingly Hilda's existence itself was the miracle—the only person who actually taught him what it means AND how it feels to be human—the angel who opened his eyes and made him ACTUALLY love humanity, “I look at her shoe and I love the world.” She still was the miracle, although it's not how he intended it to be, but it's what he needed the most.
Hilda Furacão is so funny. Hilda the Sinner is having a great time going to football games, chatting with old dudes and daydreaming about her fairytale man giving back her shoe so she can be happily married
Meanwhile Malthus the Saint™ is stress eating, having a faith/identity crisis and fantasizing vividly about Hilda straping him to a bed and fucking his soul out of him
LMAOO Hilda was sooo misunderstood throughout the entire series 😭 the way that she was painted as someone who would corrupt Malthus but all she ever dreamed about was marrying him and pursuing a pure love with him, meanwhile the SAINT was always thinking about her in a titillating way
Santana dos Ferros' three musketeers
Jealousy, jealousy will drive you mad.
the evident fondness present in their eyes as it locks together; the look of love
one thing that i can't get out of my head is how malthus went from shoving a cross and calling hilda a demon disguised as herself to referring to her as a half angel and half demon that tests her power over men, and then finally introducing her as an angel disguised as a devil who saved him and opened his eyes. he's so in love it's making me insane.