Elsanna is the answer

Hi! This is WolfBrigade, author of a few Elsanna stories. I'll be posting sneak peeks of future chapters, updates, and whatever is inspiring me to write at that moment in time. Feel free to ask me anything!

[thewolfbrigade]

emotionally cold character: i don't do relationships

pure cinnamon roll character: *exists*

emotionally cold character: shit

[chiefhoppers-deactivated2020122]

[birger-wuvs-elsa]

@thewolfbrigade Kill of the Night, wouldn’t you say?

[thewolfbrigade]

Indeed! Which is why all hunters are told to keep extra clothes in their vehicle. #themoreyouknow

[fireboyspeaks]

[angstfish-deactivated20200104]

And, well

My personal favourite <3 An Elsanna Stranger Things AU

Happy Halloween everyone! 

[jury]

[thewolfbrigade]

If you need to find a way to explain Kill of the Night with a picture, it should be this one

[higharendelle]

Art by BirdGekis

[atomicantcami]

I’m sorry.

[mililap-deactivated20210512]

WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT YOU LITTLE SHIT

[atomicantcami]

IM SO SORRYYYYNOIMNOT

actually, im gonna turn this into a comic. MARK MY WORDS.

[thewolfbrigade]

This is my aesthetic 

[higharendelle]

Anna by KAHO

[the-real-seebs]

your fave is problematic: past you

past you:

knew you needed laundry

didn’t do it

[thewolfbrigade]

Come Closer (so this can begin)

New story: FF/AO3

Summary: Elsa supposes one can come across all sorts of people at the campus laundromat, especially when it's 2am on a Wednesday. What she doesn't expect are two hunters stripping out of their bloody clothes and acting as if this is a nightly occurrence. Elsanna, supernatural elements, one shot.

[thewolfbrigade]

An announcement of sorts

Hey, everyone. It’s been...way too long, and for that I am sorry. Coming back to writing has been way more difficult than I thought it would be. A lot of real life things have happened in the interim that have made it more difficult to even sit down and start typing something. I also haven’t been on tumblr for who knows how long now, and I sincerely apologize to those who left me messages either curious or worried about why I was no longer around. 

But yeah, I’m coming back into writing, even if it will take some serious self-discipline to get back to my old self. 

With that in mind, I’ve posted a new one shot that I’ve been hanging onto for a while. Next on the docket will be the final chapter of Toy Swords, because I seriously need to finish it already.

[frozendisneyqueenelsa]

[sleepy--shibe]

This is long overdue, (and I really apologise for that, @j-peters0n ! ), but I just had to finish this piece I started half a year ago. It took me nigh 6 months just to colour in the last piece because I barely survive every night I come home from work. I hope you like it, and guysss you really should read J’s fic, Technicolor.

As an artist, I hope that any nuance I add to a picture can be understood the people who see it, but anyways. The idea was that when they kiss Anna’s colour leaks to Elsa’s previously dull and dreary world. That’s why Anna (as seen in Elsa’s PoV) is monochromatic, and why Elsa (as seen from Anna’s PoV) is so rich in colour. And I really love this concept, as it gives me a chance to play with super bright and fun colours. Added quotes from the original story, repurposed to fit in this short comic strip version. =D

(CAN YOU BELIEVE IT’S ALMOST BEEN 3 YEARS SINCE FROZEN CAME OUT THOUGH???) ///

back to obscurity for me.

[a-pirates-junk]

Siblings relationships… outlast marriage, survive the death of parents, resurface after quarrels that would sink any friendship. They flourish in a thousand incarnations of closeness and distance, warmth, loyalty and distrust.

Erica E. Goode (via a-pirates-junk)

[verawhisk]

I love those otps that are like

person A: can play 12 different instruments, got accepted into Harvard, is organized

person B: once ate 15 cold hot pockets in a row, tripped over their shoelaces, claims they can fight 2000 bees

[killdrae]

Something for my little cousin I’m gonna frame :^)

[artamisward]

Exercise by Maxiv

Their lovemaking was always desperate but never hurried.

They each luxuriated and delighted in each moment together. With the motions of pleasure and release, each exercised specters of the past, present duties and responsibilities, and future troubles.

When they laid naked and bare against each other, Elsa put away the mantle of queen and Anna put away the title of princess. Between tangled sheets, they were not sisters or royals; they were simply lovers.

But every stolen moment was tinged with the desperation of an imminent and certain end. So, they always clung to each other and poured out their love with mouths and fingers and in whispered I love yous.

Tomorrow might hold their end, but any night they made love…those nights only ever held them, safely and far away in each other’s arms.