#but yeah deerfox...

[viveela]

Another redesign done I'm halfway there

[deer-fops]

Three(3) people called my sona cute today.

And by the transitive property, that means IM cute

[zartikus]

Massive Spoilers for Hilda S3; Ignore this post if you yet to watch it

I currently got reminded of a specific quote from kid Johanna, I think I’m getting that mixed up with someone else, which implies that most if not all the magical creatures in Trolberg were originally native to Faerie Country before getting pushed out by the faeries. Now I tend to pretty lenient with the show in terms of continuity, since the show pre-S3 overall had a pretty good track record regarding it beyond some minor things like David’s development after the Eternal Warriors or Amma instead of one of the stated Ancient Giants being a creator of the trolls, but I feel like that statement along with how the deerfoxes were utilized by the series finale really got me miffed about this. So…

I’ma summarize on why that doesn’t make any sense.

I want to preface that this isn’t an attack on the crew who worked on S3 nor is it intended as such. They still did a phenomenal job with the final season in terms of animation, music, voice acting, sound design, storyboarding, etc, even with the bad hand dealt to them by Netflix through corporate meddling. This is more of a critique of S3 in terms of writing, specifically character writing and worldbuilding, and me explaining why I didn’t like the directions they went for this season IMO

Many of the creatures presented in Hilda were clearly designed with Trolberg in mind, with them having mostly natural color palettes and clear design motifs throughout them, many of them having an excessive amount of fur, singular or a limited color variety, etc. Even the more standout ones like the Yule Lads fit within this framework

There’s also the fact that it is stated in the tie-in books and even the show itself that the trolls and the ancient giants that lived in Trolberg were basically there first. It wasn’t until the establishment of humans that they were either pushed out into the mountains or driven off from the world itself

Not only do none of the currently present creatures in the show really reflect the environment that the Faerie Country is, but it kinda detracts from what made the show unique to begin with

For me, the main appeal of the show was that the magical elements weren’t hidden but a common occurrence within the setting, with the worldbuilding and stories reflecting on that and how the natural world conflicted with the encroachment of man through Trolberg and humanity’s history with creatures like the giants, elves, or trolls

By establishing or implying that the creatures introduced throughout the two seasons are a byproduct of another reality, it detracts from the main conceit and in general, the appeal of the show for me

It’s a similar issue with making Hilda and Johanna half-fae, it feels like an excuse to explain something that to be blunt, didn’t need explaining to begin with, and could easily be inferred by general audiences or simply explored through grounded but interesting means. Hell, I’d even take the idea of Hilda inheriting her blue hair from her pops, it fits with the general premise of the show more

Yeah I think I made it pretty clear by now that as much as I hoped and even enjoyed it, I honestly didn’t jive with S3 like I did with S1 and S2, and I’m largely disappointed at the direction it took this final round, especially in regards to the setting, creatures, and characters it established over the years.

[mars-alterhuman-den]

Uhh yeah! Temporary pin post :3

I go by Mars, Z, or Cal! I’m a Snow leopard therian and a Deerfox/disassembly drone otherkin! :D

The owner of this blog is a minor!

DNI if NSFW, kink, anti-furry, anti-therian, Basic criteria, or pro-israel!

This will be updated when I have the motivation to work ok one! Sorry! :3

[kitkatopinions]

Nitpick for Day #14 ZWEI!

Here's the thing about Zwei... He was so so so so pointless and probably just invented to sell plush toys. That isn't my problem, though. Things have been invented to sell plush toys before and they're going to be invented to sell plush toys again. But with that being said, I personally think if you're going to invent a pointless pet whether to sell or just to have a pet, you should at least make that pet a recognizable part of the show that's given at least something more than half a season of randomness and then a couple cameo shots in like two other seasons.

Like Momo in ATLA, Rufus in Kim Possible, that little deerfox on Hilda, most Disney Princesses needing an animal sidekick, or even BB-8 in Star Wars. The fact that they stick around and are present enough to be associated with the product is the thing, it's like the entire thing. Zwei on the flipside is kind of just... As passing and not at all iconic to the show as like, Scarlet and Sage. The fact that they then turn around and act like Zwei is sellable as a plush toy is just annoying.

Especially when, if Zwei had been around for more of the early show, then leaving him behind after the Fall of Beacon would've felt like a symbol of leaving the simpler, more innocent RWBY and Ruby Rose herself behind and taking a more grown up stance. Instead it's like "Oh yeah that little dog that mattered for like five episode that weirdly knew how to fight Grimm." He does not at all matter, is not at all iconic to RWBY.

[florshedworf]

AHH AH IM LATE @hilda-appreciation-week

day 1: favorite character

it has GOT to be alfur. before i rewatched s1 and 2 before the s3 drop (what a mouthful) i wouldve 100% said twig. but alfur intrigued me a lot!!! i have so many questions about elf society and i realized he was more than just a bookworm after rewatching the whole series RAUGHH i have many thoughts on him

day 2: favorite episode

oh my gawgdjohd you cannot make me choose. the replacment made me feel the most things but both the deerfox and the fairy isle made me sob the most. so it really depends on what i’m feeling

day 3: favorite creatures

i have the fucking book y’all yeah the one released around s1-s2.

I LOVE NITTENS!!! AND DEERFOXES!!!!! but if i had to choose i’d have to go with GIANTS !!!!! the illustrations in that book i mentioned are SO COOL YALL !!!!

day 4: favorite background character

i wasnt sure if cedric counted SO THIS LITTLE FUCKER !!!!

day 5: favorite relationships

ALFUR AND BARTELL!!!! again prior to rewatching it i couldnt care less but bartell HUGGING ALFUR WHEN HE SEES HIM!!!!! and the entire clan being entirely willing to kill someone to protect him is just so fucking sweet

i wouldve included adeline too but she gets a criminal lack of screen time D: i want to see her more !!!!!

day 6: favorite location

THE LAND OF STARLIGHT!!!! literally the most breathtaking scenes in the whole series take place here its so pretty. i really wish we could know more but i KNOW WHY WE CANT AUGH

day seven: favorite au/free space

there was this one au where alfur left the northern counties to join the lost clan and AUGH that lives in my mind rent free.

but also free space hermm.. above the clouds and sonstanstil by ryan carlson are some of my FAVORITE soundtracks in the entire series

[the-lightest-shadow]

I'm not really sure if they're kins- but it's moreso for me that I just heavily relate/think as them- if I'm explaining it correctly, I struggle immensely putting my thoughts into words, so, sorry 😞😞

Sunny from Omori, Omori, Muichiro from Demon Slayer, red foxes, cats, Eri from My Hero Academia, Deerfoxes from the show Hilda, and idk if this one really counts bc I did create them, but also my OCs :3

Nice!

The definition of being otherkin/fictionkin is vague and allows for a verity of experiences, and alterhuman is even more broad (which alterhuman includes other/fictionhearted and a list of other things)

As a refresher/just in case:

Otherkin: identifying in part or whole in a non-physical body way as something other than human. There are many subcategories including fictionkin (which includes human characters)

Otherhearted: strongly relating to/identifying with a non-human creature

And OCkin are a thing! They’re just as valid as any other and since 2 of my kintypes are my own AU versions of characters (I made the AUs first) I’d be hypocritical to not validate OCkin lol

But yeah fantastic alterhuman identities regardless of what type they are!

Ask me anything while we’re going! :>

[geekgemsspooksandtoons]

I just did a retweet saying this.

I just got through continuing my rewatch of season 2. I stopped at episode 9. Oh yeah, "The Deerfox" is still a literal masterpiece. I still get water in my eyes.

It's been like many minutes since I stopped at episode 3 on Hilda season 2 on my rewatch. And I just want to say this, I really want a DVD/Blu Ray of Hilda. I really want a physical release for the show sometime.

[autumnalfallingleaves]

Hmm. Would not be surprised if I cried at some point during this.

[pcers]

hello hilda fandom how are we feeling!!!! anyway I’m back

[theotter99]

Uncovering Fables

Chapter 1 Part 1.1

If Azzy’s dad was still alive, Drew wondered if he would be proud of him. The two always dreamed of starting a bar together, but they never did. They were so close to getting things together when the car accident changed everything. To this day, Drew still had a limp but he was the lucky one.

    Everyday, Drew remembered him. Gosh, he missed him. Sometimes Drew felt his ghost lingering behind him, giving him advice. Maybe it was just wishful thinking that Azzy’s dad was still around but even then, Drew couldn’t have gotten this far without him. Drew had done it. He had started the bar without him. He had started the bar for him. That’s what he would have wanted.

    Drew worked at the bar everyday, meeting new people and being friendly. It gave him a big smile to hear the people coming to celebrate something, whether it being their 21st birthday or a job promotion. Even if patrons were only coming over for a good time, it brightened his mood to see people happy. 

From where Drew stood, he could see the entire bar spread out before him. The bar was fairly small and was nice and cozy. Around everything seemed to be made out of wood and it gave a rustic feeling to the place. There was only ten copper colored, round tables standing on the sienna, boarded floor. It was a slow night so a few parties sat at the tables. This included a young man with orange, blocky hair. He had a few beers on his table, and swaying he looked around, talking to himself. Drew made a mental note to cut off the man’s supply of alcohol. 

    Along three out of the four walls there were booths. Despite this, no more than two people were in each one. A man with a dark skin tone and a green jacket was talking to a woman with sunglasses and purple and green bangs in the booth closest to Drew. The woman seemed annoyed at whatever the man was saying. In the booth behind them, sat a lonely girl with red hair and a scarf around her neck. She glanced around the room often but every time a waiter walked up to her, she would sink into herself and become shy. 

There were a few more people scattered across the booths. For example, two young ladies have settled themselves in the large corner booth that’s usually meant for a large group of people. One of them was drawing in a sketchbook. She drew what appeared to be a fox with deer antlers. The other woman was rambling about an intern that happened to also be her sister and a bird that spilled all her banana chips. The two were pretty loud.

    On the opposite side of the room, across from the man in the green jacket and sunglasses woman, were two booths that only had one man in it each of them. One wore a black vest and a red shirt while the edges of his black hair still had the remains from when he dyed his hair red. He seemed generally pissed off at the world. The other man was the oldest one out of everyone in this building. His gray hair has started to fall out and he wore a purple sweater. He seemed to be fiddling with something in his hands.

Wooden boards were nailed to the lower half of the forest green walls which were bare for the most part. All except for one wall that held many different framed photos of famous people that have visited the bar. Well, famous was a stretch. If they had some sort of following, then their photo was up there. Even Azzy’s photo was there. Drew smiled back at the memory. Gosh, that kid was so excited when she first saw her photo on that wall. 

    The windows across the wall showed the starry night sky outside. The sun had just said its goodbye and sunk behind the valleys of mountains several miles away. There was a small piano by the front doors of the building and it was barely used. Drew should hire a musician to play during one of the busier nights. There were several doors across the room. One was the front doors on the opposite side of the room where Drew stood and another was the way into the kitchen. It stood pretty close to where Drew was now. Another door was by the closest booths. This one lead outside, to the side of the building. 

If someone entered the bar now, they would find Drew standing at the end of the building, working. He was currently cleaning the counter of the bar, humming softly to himself. The bar stretched across the back wall and had several stools lining it so patrons could sit down and take a drink. There were only a few people sitting here, so Drew, who stood at the other side of the bar, didn’t have many people to communicate with.

    Behind Drew, the wall was covered in shelves that held different bottles of alcohol, and different shaped glasses. For almost being the centerpiece of the room, it wasn’t very special looking. It was more practical than anything. 

    Even then, the people here were quiet tonight. Especially this one girl who sat at the end of the bar. Her crazy blonde hair stuck up in many places and her white framed glasses seemed to cover her eyes. She leaned over the counter, hugging herself. Her sight never left her lap or the food in front of her. Drew tried to ask if she was okay but she never responded. She only ordered her food and stayed silent for the rest of her stay. Drew was starting to get very worried for her. 

He was about to ask the woman again if she was okay when the man with orange hair walked up to the counter. He seemed to be tripping over himself. Shit, how did this man get so intoxicated?

“Can I do anything, sir?” Drew asked the man, trying his best to keep a small smile.

“I!... Want another drink. Um, mix soda with something. I don’t care… Give me something STROOOONG….” The man looked over at Drew, expecting a drink. 

Drew sighed. “I’m sorry, sir. But I will not allow you to have another drink tonight.”

The man stared at Drew for a solid 30 seconds, very confused. Finally, he spoke. “The hell?”

“You heard me. And if you keep asking, I will have no other choice but you throw you out of the bar.”

The man slowly backed away, holding up his hands. “Whoa. Whoa. I hear ya. I won’t bother you anymore. I’ll… I’ll just be here.” The man muttered something under his breath as he turned to his table, huffing. He sat down and crossed his arms. 

And then Drew started panicking.

Oh, no. Azzy was supposed to visit today. How is Drew supposed to make this place safe enough for her with this drunk man in the bar. His sweet, innocent, little girl shouldn’t have to see this. His little 22 year old girl. 

Before Drew could panic more, the door opened and his kid walked into the building. 

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[uiharu-and-company]

So to those of you who have seen Raya And The Last Dragon? What do you think? Sword lesbians? Magic? Good soundtrack?

Yeah me too. Howeverrrrr, I had an idea. Wait for it.

Sketchbook Raya AU.

I mean Kaisa would totally be like Raya and nervous and beat herself up. Johanna would be super self conscious about ruining the world, but also a Namaari type badass who totally shows Kaisa up. Except whooo Kaisa has ✨Dragon Magic✨. Muahahah. So sword fights, but with magic, and yes lots of flirting.

Oh oh! And Hilda is totally Boun. Sisu would be... Hmm Gerda. So imagine Gerda as a dragon, but lacking Sisu’s extreme positivity. The droon attack and Gerda in all her dragon glory just sits there like, “Oh it’s these guys again. One second while I kick their asses!”. Instead of having character replacements for Tong and Noi, David and Frida will just be coming along for the ride.

Also fun thing I noticed, Namaari has fangs. Sooooo, Johanna has fangs. Yes I’m giving her fangs and you can’t stop me.

And Twig is related to dragons so he can do the magical light walkway thing that older deerfoxes do. Which is awesome. Haha I’m already thinking up a oneshot and you can’t stop me.

[wildflowers-of-trolberg]

It's okay, and you do make fair points. I'd say Johanna becoming more like how she is in the comics was meant to serve as a result of Hilda's adventures becoming more grander after the move to Trolberg, but admittedly I found the way they handled that whole storyline to be kinda clumsy (also wanna say that I really like the idea of show!J adopting novel!hilda)

Yeah - the thing for me is that in S2 episode 1, they just try and claim Hilda has always hidden her adventures by bringing up the Troll from S1E1, when show!Hilda was a lot more open with her (more supportive) mum in that season, especially while living in the wilderness (S2 actually supports this too with the Deerfox flashbacks) - IMO there is no way Johanna wasn’t told about the troll and, for good or for ill, their relationship definitely changed in S2 despite the season not addressing it. I think even if you like S2 Johanna (which isn’t a bad thing) they should have handled the relationship change as an actual change and addressed it ://

If I can come up with a way to make cross-canon adoption work I will absolutely do it!!

[vampslxsher]

bro i am literally crying over some deerfox cuteness? fuck yeah i am

[the-hilda-librarians-wife]

i have nobody to talk to about these so here have a bunch of here have some tiny [sketchbook] concepts i just Thought of while going about my day. | Some sort of swap au. could be in character roles [witch johanna/cottagecore kaisa] or personalities. | johanna trying to take care of freya while kaisa's out doing. something. | wedding.... | can you imagine johanna checking out a book and kaisa slipping her number onto a bookmark hidden inside | kaisa nerds out about twig becase magic deerfox | :]

Ooohhh thank you for the sketchbook thoughts!!! Let’s think about them together

I think the best thing about a swap AU is... imagine Kaisa, alone in the wilderness, trying to take care of a child Hilda. Imagine the sheer chaos. Their house would get destroyed much earlier on dhvjghfhv

AAAHH Johanna would definitely go “well, Freya is a hybrid, so surely it can’t be much harder than watching over twig” and then Freya does something weird like bringing her a dead rodent and she goes “nope, can’t do this”

Omg... wedding.... I can’t imagine the two of them having anything other than an outdoor wedding... maybe in autumn when the leaves are pretty? Twig is the flower boy and Hilda brings the rings 🥺 and then they have a super private and cozy reception. Tildy gets drunk anyway

I can totally see her doing that after a night of freaking out about whether or not she should do it. Kaisa would definitely overthink it like “is it too soon? Will I look like a fool? Will she feel uncomfortable?” Before deciding that screw it, you only live once. But then once it’s done she beats herself mentally because “what had she been thinking??”. Thankfully Johanna is a slightly more functioning sapphic and texts her lol

Oh yeah Kaisa DEFINITELY freaks out because she’s heard legends about that creature growing up??? She’s dreamed about studying their magic properties at some point (we all fixate on a very specific topic once in a while) and her girlfriend just happens to have one lying around??? Anyway she definitely can’t help but stare at Twig all the time. She’s the very definition of the gf that gives more attention to your dog than to you jdbfjfbfj

These were so lovely, anon, I’m flattered you sent them to me! But in case you have more sketchbook thoughts in the future and want to talk to someone about them, we have a sketchbook group chat (and a discord!) for that very reason! So join us if u feel like it :D

[emile-hides]

Where were you?

Can’t sleep until I get this mini Friendfiction based on a Found Family AU written down like it’s actual plaguing me

Based on a convo I had with @syalin-deerfox tonight

Where were you the night Mondatta died?

I stood alone on the empty stair way to Master Mondatta’s now empty home. The village of the Shimbali, once full of monk’s I’d blessed to call my family, now empty, silent.

Streets once full of song and laughter. Monks wandering and chatting, full of queries on human life and existence, all gone silent.

I was the only one outside. I couldn’t stand being in that house, alone. So I swept. Broom in hand I swept snow covered steps and paths. I hadn’t slept in two nights.

The crunch of snow alerted me to movement in the quiet village. Had a monk left their home?

I looked up to see a friend I knew well. Short and intimidating, a king among men. He looked at me with a face I wished people would stop looking to me with. The look of sorrow, of grief, of concern, apologetic and mourning.

I couldn’t stand that look.

The grip on my broom tightened as a smile crossed my face.

��Zayne!” I said in a chipper tone. Though my movement was slow and melancholy from exhaustion, I still found the strength to hug my dear friend, “It’s been too long! How are you? Where’ve you been?”

“I saw...” Zayne spoke hushed. His hands touched my shoulders and he gently moved me away from him.

I held my ground.

“Saw...? Oh! The village? Yeah it’s pretty empty, day of meditation, the monks really are dedicated to it!” I spoke quickly, with a smile that hurt to hold, eyes screaming it was all a facade. I just wanted to be normal.

“Emile.” Zayne spoke in a stern tone, though his movements gentle, rubbing my shoulders, calm and patient, he looked at me with eyes full of sorrow. I hated that look.

I gripped my broom, my knuckles white from the hold. I held my tongue, focusing hard on keeping back tears. I was okay. I could be okay. I was going to be okay.

“I saw...” Zayne repeated, rubbing a small circle on my shoulder.

A tear rolled down my cheek, my smile faltered. I wanted to be okay.

“I.. I’m sorry...” Zayne’s voice cracked, he gripped my sleeve. I felt my knees buckle.

With a clatter, my broom fell onto the stone steps. I hugged Zayne, tighter than I’d hugged anyone in a long time, and I cried. Loud. Ugly. I screamed and cried and fell into the arms of my friend.

My mentor. My Master. My friend and father. A leader, a savoir, a humble monk, a teacher and student. Cruelly taken from his people, his friends, his family, when they all needed him most.

Where were you the night Mondatta died?

I was watching his speech with my people, my friends and family, the Shimbali Monks. We watched his life taken from him before our very eyes. We watched as our brother was stripped away live on television.

I was the only one to shed tears that night, I was the only one physically capable of doing so. 

Where do we go from here? How do we move on? Must we continue going forward?

These questions would plague me for months after the death of Mondatta.

But time moves on. We would continue teaching our Brother’s lessons. We would go in the street and sing and dance and commune together once more.

We would grieve. And we would grow.