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ignify-caligo · 2 years

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Hi, yollo, have no idea if you still do this but can I ask for a ❤️ romantic and ☁️ soft headcanons for my boy Isengrim? Newbie to the Scoia'tael gang but absolutely love the shit out of this wolf

Hi, Anon! My inbox has not seen any hc’s request for quite some time now, so yours is a blessing lmao. Besides writing small headcanons here and there, I haven’t worked on any Scoia’tael since last year - which is a crime, to be honest. In all honesty, I love seeing new ppl getting into the Scoia’tael, especially Issy bc he’s one of my faves (even tho I haven’t written much for him). So, without further ado, let’s get into these hc’s.

❤: A romantic headcanon

☁️: A soft headcanon

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❤: A romantic headcanon

I have a strong belief that Isengrim is one of the best at singing praises of their loved ones amongst the Scoia’tael. He can surely make a simply compliment overflow with love towards someone he loves. Better than that, whatever comes out of his mouth is truth, he doesn’t believe in empty words and praises. Isengrim is as truthful as possible in his relationship and in general, he isn’t the type to “waste his breath” on some cheap lies. Whenever he compliments their loved one, it’s genuine and from the bottom of his heart. His iconic habit is to reverse their loved ones flirting with a reply that will make them swoon.

When it comes to physical things, one peculiar habit he has is enveloping their loved ones from behind, holding them in a close embrace while nuzzling their nape. This usually happens behind closed doors at the beginning of his relationships, he tends to be quite closeted when it comes to public affections - especially at the time when he was referred to as the Iron Wolf and the Colonel of Vrihedd Brigade. Between his public image and the affection, he tended to choose the prior.

Amongst the Scoia’tael his the closest to being the one to dance with their loved one (even though he prefers step dancing solo). Holding them close, his hands on their hips while rocking slowly around on the grass, their barren feet feeling every little grass blade is an experience he wouldn’t exchange for anything. He’s more of the type to do this rather than giving their loved one simply trinkets, he holds activities and experiences at a higher value than simply objects.

As mentioned above, Isengrim tends to set more value on quality time rather than objects that can be easily broken, lost or sold. From a simply supper together to cuddling under a starlit sky, he loves spending alone time with their loved ones, away from any commotion. One of his favourite activities is to read aloud, and if their loved one allowed him, he would happily discuss and read to them his current book that his reading (secretly I love the idea of him being a sort of bookworm).

One big step in any kind of romantic relationship of his is physical touch. Especially when it comes to the scars on his face because if you manage to touch them without Isengrim either yelling or running away from you, it’s a major giveaway of his love. So far there have been quite a few people in his life that managed to create that big bond with him, with Eldain being one and the latest to do it. When Isengrim gets a simple caress of his cheek, he easily melts into the touch with glassy eyes accompanying it. His public persona of the “big bad iron wolf” gets immediately swiped away with a simple stroke of a loving touch.

☁️: A soft headcanon

Eldain has a knack to use Isengrim’s name meanings as a nickname (the fact that it’s the witcher version of ‘Moon Moon’ has never gone outta my mind lmao). So it’s not uncommon to hear him say stuff like ‘Oh, there’s our Wolf Wolf!’.

When he was still part of the war, he tended to wake up earlier than he had to, simply to walk around the camp and check that everything has stayed the same when he went to sleep. Also, he took great care to check up on the elves that had been standing guard, whether it be to simply chat with them or make them take leave because of them almost falling asleep on duty.

On a side note, I believe him to be one of the ‘ most chill commanders’ amongst the Scoia’tael, though it doesn’t mean he didn’t care. What I mean is that Isengrim had that easy-going relationship with his subordinates, he wouldn't push them too much when he knew there wouldn’t be any good results. At the same time, whenever someone betrayed or made a major error - he would punish them accordingly. The fact his subordinates thought of him as the “chillest” didn’t necessarily mean that he wasn't able to act accordingly.

Even though Isengrim has the reputation of a feared commander for a guerrilla group, I feel like he would be good with kids. In all honesty, I imagine him having a secret sweet spot for kids. There’s also that kids are obsessed and fascinated with him, especially because of his scars. Though, being awkward at first, Isengrim seems to have a supernatural authority amongst kids, whether non-human or dh’oine.

Isengrim’s way of showing how important someone is to him is by doing small and usually insignificant things for them. From bringing a cup of tea to one of his “little brothers” commanders or patching up someone's favourite garment, he will gladly do it to show his appreciation for sticking up with him through the good and bad times.

Headcanon Meme Here

#isengrim faoiltiarna #eldain #isendain #scoia'tael #the witcher books #the witcher saga #the witcher games #caligo's post #caligo's headcanons #caligo answers q.#I feel like these are so rusty written omfl oof #but I hope you like them anon!#tried both being open for interpretation and adding a spice of isendain hope you don’t mind <3

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bard-llama · 2 years

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WiP Wednesday: Sequel drops

Love is a Feeling Meant to be Shared just turned into a series lmao. It’s a cute fic where Iorveth and Isengrim end up telling each other about their respective lovers and I 100% thought it was a standalone, but then I wanted to write Isengrim and Roche chatting about Iorveth and it turned out to be a sequel lol.

But of course we can’t stop there! I thought it was gonna be end game Roche/Iorveth/Isengrim/Eldain foursome sexy times, but then Roche went and brought up Sigi to Isengrim and now he’s gotta be part of it lol. Geralt may also be, because why not?

So first up we have Isengrim giving Roche the shovel talk.

Finally, Roche headed towards a nondescript house in Ellander and Isengrim decided it was time to break in and have a proper conversation with this dh’oine who had managed to capture Iorveth’s heart.

The first problem with his plan materialized very quickly. He picked the lock on a window on the ground floor and slid inside – only for someone’s voice to startle him.

“Oh,” someone said. Someone whose voice was a lot higher pitched than Roche’s was.

Isengrim whirled around to see a woman sitting in an arm chair, smoking a joint. The woman’s hair was perfectly coifed, and her lipstick was bright red, leaving marks on the filter of the joint, but also making the curl of her lips stand out in the dimly lit room.

“Well,” she said, “you don’t look like Iorveth’s wanted posters.”

“What?” Isengrim said stupidly.

“I wouldn’t really expect any other elves to be sneaking into my son’s house – unless you’re here to kill him?” She sounded remarkably calm as she asked.

Isengrim debated it for a minute, then reluctantly answered, “...no.”

“Lovely. Then come on in. Vernon’s just making tea.”

Isengrim stared at the woman who had clearly lost her mind, because who invited the person breaking into their home to tea?

“Mom? You talking to someone – fuck!” Vernon Roche himself, no longer dressed in armor, but in a casual tunic and trousers, entered the room carrying a tea tray and froze at the sight of Isengrim.

Finally, a reasonable reaction. Isengrim smiled his meanest smile. “I understand you’ve convinced Iorveth that you have some redeemable characteristics.” His voice made it clear that he did not agree and that convincing him would not be easy.

Roche tensed. “He told you?”

“Of course,” Isengrim sniffed haughtily. “Iorveth tells me everything.”

Roche’s face turned sour and Isengrim smirked at him.

“Interesting,” the woman – Vernon Roche’s mother – said, tapping the joint against an ashtray. “How long were you and Iorveth involved?”

“Mom!” Roche hissed, not moving.

Isengrim blinked at her. “What makes you think we’re involved?”

She arched an eyebrow demonstratively. “He trusts you enough to tell you about his human lover. Of course you’ve been involved.”

Well. She wasn’t wrong, so Isengrim shrugged, deciding to answer, “Iorveth and I have known each other for a long time.”

It was true. They’d supported each other through war and betrayal and death. They knew each other about as well as anyone could know another.

But in reality, they’d met not long before the start of the Second Northern War, four years ago.

“How nice.” She summoned Roche further into the room with a curl of her fingers. Mechanically, the notorious elf-hunter stepped closer, set the tray down on the coffee table, and began to pour them tea. Into three teacups – which Isengrim would be more suspicious about if there weren’t three more teacups on the tray. ‘Just in case’, apparently.

Roche pushed one teacup and saucer to the edge of the table in Isengrim’s direction, then served his mother the other before settling into the chair beside her.

“Come,” she said to Isengrim. “Sit down, have some tea.”

Slightly disbelieving, Isengrim shuffled forward, eyes on Roche’s hands, expecting him to pull a weapon at any moment. When he didn’t, Isengrim figuratively shrugged and dropped down to sit on the couch next to him.

The tea was actually pretty good, but there was no way in hell he would ever say that.

And just because I make myself laugh with this part, have a bit that’s a little later:

Eliza coughed, drawing their attention. “How’s the tea?” she asked, smiling benignly in a way Roche knew better than to trust.

“Uh,” Isengrim blinked. “Fine?”

“The art is accurate enough to pass muster, then?”

“Art?” Isengrim’s nose wrinkled under the scar that cut across his face, passing just under his eye. “What art–?” he looked down as he spoke and his words cut off quite abruptly as he spotted the various dicks depicted on his teacup.

He choked, flushing red. “What–?”

“I dunno,” Roche shrugged, smirking in amusement, “I think the elven ones are a little small.”

The teacup pattern was one of Eliza’s favorite and therefore quite familiar to him. It was also her oldest set and one he remembered being used to teach him the anatomical differences between species before he was even old enough to pronounce genitalia. The cups were dotted in floral blooms, and at the center of each flower, a dick of some sort was pictured. Human, elven, dwarven, gnomish… he’d learned them all before he could read.

He’d been much older when he’d learned that the artist’s renditions were a little exaggerated on the human side, showing them as the same size as an elf’s penis. In reality, elven cocks were much, much bigger. Big enough to make his mouth go dry, remembering how it felt to be stretched around Iorveth’s cock.

“Are they?” Eliza asked and Roche cleared his throat, refocusing. Eliza turned to Isengrim with a little smirk on her face and asked, “is that true, Isengrim? Are all elven penises bigger than a human’s?”

Roche scoffed. As if she didn’t know.

Isengrim, on the other hand, went bright red, any of his blush that had faded flooding right back. “I – excuse me?”

Eliza did not show him mercy. “In your experience,” she enunciated clearly, “are elven penises larger than human ones?”

“I’ve – I can’t say that I’ve ever seen a human’s genitalia,” Isengrim said stiffly.

“Oh, we could change that,” Eliza offered and Roche smacked a hand to his face, hissing out, “Mom!”

Actually, if Roche’s intel was worth anything, Isengrim was lying. Considering his intel had been the other party crying into his shoulder after way too many whiskeys, he was pretty confident in it.

He pressed his lips together against a smirk. “That’s not what Sigi says,” he threw down like a gauntlet.

Isengrim stiffened, eyes going wide.

“Oh?” Eliza encouraged. “Who is Sigi?”

“Sigismund Dijkstra, Head of Redanian Intelligence,” Roche answered easily. “We’ve got a club.”

“A human,” Eliza’s voice held a measure of surprise that he couldn’t quite tell if it was feigned or not. “So how does he represent our species?”

“Uh–” Isengrim’s ears burned red.

“Well,” Roche couldn’t help letting the smirk escape, “in fairness, Sigi would be a very generous representation of the species.”

Isengrim’s eyes narrowed. “How do you know that?”

Roche just smiled. There was a reason he and Sigi usually met up at bathhouses. If Isengrim was going to go for a human, Roche could understand choosing Sigi. He was delightfully proportional – but still nothing on an elf.

Tongue flicking over his lip, he pulled it into his mouth to chew on. It had been well over a week since he’d last seen Iorveth and frankly, that was too damn long.

So anyway, Isengrim attempts to give Roche the shovel talk and Eliza does not make it easy. But if we’re gonna get to OT4?5?6? then we’ve got a ways to go. So next, I think there’s the following fics:

Iorveth given Eldain the shovel talk

I think he finds an excuse to go see Eldain bc he needs to recruit the Aedirnian Scoia’tael to join Saskia, but I’m not really sure how the actual shovel talk goes. (Which also begs the question: should Saskia get in on this imminent orgy???)

Eldain 100% enjoys getting threatened by Iorveth lmao. He definitely jokingly suggests a threesome. Iorveth perhaps retorts something about Roche needing to be involved???

Isengrim and Dijkstra are reunited

I think Isengrim ends up going to Redania before back to Aedirn, so he sees Sigi before seeing Eldain again. This definitely gets him into trouble.

Possibly they fall into bed together and afterwards, Isengrim tells Sigi about the elf he’s quite in love with?

Eldain and Isengrim discuss Sigi

None of them are exclusive, but it’s still easy to be hurt by the human lover you never knew your lover had. So El’s more than a little insecure over his relationship, but Isengrim reassures him there’s nothing to be concerned over. His feelings for Sigi do not detract from his feelings for Eldain. They just gotta figure out how to navigate all of said feelings.

Roche and Dijkstra meet again?

Or maybe this is a flashback to Sigi getting way too wasted and crying into Roche’s shoulder about Isengrim.

Somewhere in these fics, we gradually move through the games’ timeline. So maybe this is the Reasons of State quest? Or their initial decision of “yeah, Radovid needs to die” and then deciding to bring in all of their acquaintances who know a little something about killing kings.

Roche and Eldain meet by chance

This might come before the Reasons of State stuff, if that’s the way it goes, bc I think they run into each other completely by chance, realize who the other is, end up getting a drink together to snark at each other, and then possibly sleep together? This being Eldain’s first time with a human, he’s more than a little freaked out afterwards, whereas Roche has experience with elves.

Could be like, something happens with Isengrim and Iorveth going into danger and Roche and Eldain sublimate their worry into rough sex? Or it could just be a “wtf how did we end up here, this was not the plan!” kinda encounter.

If Iorveth did say something about Roche being involved in any theoretical sex the 3 elves might have, then Eldain could be annoyed at his curiosity, but afterwards, he has to admit - for a dh’oine, Roche ain’t too bad.

Somehow everyone gets together and retires

Idk if we’re doing Reasons of State, then maybe they all work together to kill Radovid and then end up getting together? Which could mean including Geralt in the mix, bc then they can go retire to Corvo Bianco and also, Geralt would 100% be here for this.

I feel like Iorveth needs more scenes in this, so I’ll have to think about like idk, him meeting Sigi or some such. But yeah, this is a series now lol. Hope you enjoy?

#rorveth #isendain #iorveth x roche #isengrim x eldain #isengrim x dijkstra #isengrim x iorveth #roche x dijkstra #roche x eldain #possibly everyone x geralt #fic planning #wip wednesday #iorveth x roche x dijkstra x isengrim x eldain

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punchsomeoneforme-willyou · 2 years

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HAVE SOME ISENDAIN ART! And surprise, it is not event art this time 😂 So I started this piece aaaages ago - it was inspired by the beginning of ‚Lay me down on a bed of roses‘ by the lovely @useless-empty-brain. And yes, I started painting this like half a year ago, but then big bangs and extreme lack of self control happened, so here we are.

#fanart #my art #digital art #witcher #the witcher #wiedzmin #thronebreaker #eldain #isengrim #isengrim faoiltiarna #isendain #scoia’tael #elves #aen seidhe

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saovyne · 5 years

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fanged elves r hot elves (eldain agrees)

#isendain

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justleaf · 3 years

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hmmmm....

maybe isendain or the thronebreaker ot3 for the ship meme? 👁👁💕

Isendain because they need more love!!!

Sometimes thinking about the shit Eldain did in thronebreaker makes me unwell and I want to give him a first class ticket to hell, but DAMN the aesthetics of Isendain pops off harder than any of the Met Gala looks this year.

What is superhell btw, I don't actually know. I just imagine it's hell but there's raves going on 24/7 and everyone is dead but having a good time.

#ship bingo

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aen-consilium · 5 years

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✨ isendain

When I kissed you, you tasted like war.

and that was funny because I craved

the chaos.

#Aaaa #I will tag it later. xD #gynvaell

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ainti-pretty · 3 years

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5. “It’s been two days since you’ve moved in and you’ve already nearly burned the house down…step away from the stove.”

😍 Isendain Isendain Isendain Isendain 😍

i have to admit, this fic took me a LOT longer than I wanted to write and fought with me quite a bit... but long at last, it is complete

warnings: none!

genre: flufffffff

word count: 1300

Eldain didn’t consider himself to be a bad cook. In the grand scheme of things, he wasn’t the worst. Sure, the soup he had been trying to cook for him and Isengrim was a bit charred, but that didn’t mean anything. Neither did the burn marks on his favorite pair of robes, though he was less than happy about that. However, no matter how good of a cook he considered himself to be, he knew Isengrim would have some very choice words to say if he got back from having tea with Iorveth and their lovely new cottage in Upper Aerdin had already nearly gone up in flames. Isengrim was not fond of messy places, and to be fair, neither was Eldain, but the idea of Isengrim coming home to a messy kitchen was not appealing.

Especially since Eldain had a very particular piece of jewelry he was planning on gifting to Isengrim in his pocket and Eldain didn’t want to risk it.

So, he began scrubbing dishes with a shitty rag they had stolen from Iorveth’s house (which, now that Eldain thought about it, might have been one of his headscarves). He began to hum one of his newer songs as he worked, the splashes of the water providing a good enough beat to support his singing. This particular composition was very important to him, as it was one of the few genuine love songs he had written. As he reached the bridge of the song, he heard the door open, and he began to sing out the lyrics as well as he could, hoping Isengrim would focus on him rather than the charred pot.

When he was done with the song, Isengrim rushed to him, wrapping his arms around him tight. Then, he let go and stepped back, and Eldain knew that it was time to face the music.

“Eldain, you know I adore you-”

“I know what you’re going to say, and I swear it won’t happen again.”

Isengrim shook his head and took a deep breath. “It’s been two days since we’ve moved in and you’ve already nearly burned the house down…step away from the stove.”

“I’m done cooking though!”

“Yes, yes I suppose you are… for a very long time.” Isengrim pulled Eldain away from the sink and brought him to their couch.

“It was just soup? I don’t see the issue, it could have been far worse.”

“That was fucking soup?” Isengrim asked, looking horrified. “How do you fuck up soup that bad?”

“How was Iorveth?” Eldain asked, frantically trying to change the subject. He really didn’t need Isengrim to know just how bad of a cook he was.

“Eldain. How the fuck did you burn soup?”

“I forgot to stir it, anyway, how was Iorveth. Is he still with that fucking human?”

“You forgot to-” Isengrim sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to take deep breaths and pretend his boyfriend, his wonderful, lovable, one of the scariest (ex)commanders of the Scoia’tael, did not burn soup. It didn’t work, and when Isengrim took a deep breath in through his nose, he could smell it. After a moment, he decided burnt soup wasn’t worth an argument, and answered Eldain’s question. “He was good, and yes he is. But, apparently, Roche is not a human.”

“He’s not? What the fuck?”

“Half-elf. I walked in on them and Vernon wasn’t wearing his hat.”

“What.”

“Yeah.”

“Sweet fucking Aelirenn.”

“Yeah.”

“Well,” Eldain said, still in shock. “That was unexpected.”

“You can imagine my shock. I was the one who walked in.” Isengrim exclaimed as he sat down on the counter next to where Eldain was standing and had been cleaning the pots.

“I really can’t. What’d they say in response to you walking in? How bad was it?”

“Iorveth tried to block Vernon, and Vernon tried to cover his ears.” Isengrim paused, “Are you going to clean the dishes?”

“I was distracted by your beauty…” Eldain started before Isengrim pulled him into a quick kiss.

“I call bullshit, El. I’m not cleaning the damn pot that you burned while making soup.”

“I hate you.” Eldain pouted before he started cleaning the pot again. “Was this one of Iorveth’s towels that I’m using or was it one of his headscarves?”

“Fairly certain that is -or was, I should say- one of Iorveth’s headscarves. I don’t think he’ll want it back though, so it’s probably fine that you are using it.”

“Ah,” Eldain paused, “How was the journey there?”

“Relatively good. I came across a small family living in a cabin, and they let me spend the night at their place.”

“They were elves, I’m assuming?”

“Yes. They had a child.”

“Oh.” Eldain hadn’t seen a pureblood elven child since before the massacre of his village when he was younger. “How old?”

“I don’t know for sure, but they let me hold her. She was beautiful. I was told that if I ever wanted to visit, I was more than welcome, and I may have offered our services as babysitters..”

“I doubt they’d want me there though,” Eldain said sadly. He knew his reputation for being cruel and ruthless was well known across the Continent, and there was no way that this small family wanted someone as terrible as him to be there to watch their child. Even if they somehow trusted him with them, he was too angry and too bitter to properly watch a child. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he hurt this child as a result of his anger.

“Eldain, they know who we are. They trust us not to hurt the child.” Isengrim smiled at him softly. “But enough of that. How did you manage to lead a commando without being able to cook?”

Eldain mumbled something under his breath and glared at Isengrim, though Isengrim could tell he was trying not to smile.

“What was that?”

“...Aeyrin always was in charge of cooking…”

Isengrim grinned at Eldain’s sheepish look. “I knew it. You always would run from where they were cooking when we had festivals.”

“Fuck off, you’re not that much better.” Eldain shot back, grinning.

“I despise you-” Isengrim started before he was interrupted by Eldain kissing him hard. When he went to give Eldain another kiss, Eldain backed away. “Hey-!?”

“I thought you despised me,”

“Love, c’mon-”

“Fine.” Eldain finished cleaning the pot and quickly dried it. “C‘mere,”

Eldain picked Isengrim off the counter and Isengrim wrapped his legs around his waist and they stumbled to the couch. Eldain lay down and Isengrim cuddled into his side. “I missed you when you were gone.”

“As did I, El.”

“Isengrim….”

“Yes, El?” Isengrim looked up at Eldain. His face was aglow with a light blush and his eyes didn’t quite meet Isengrim’s. “Is everything okay?”

Eldain reached into his pocket and pulled something out with shaky hands. “I love you so much and after everything, I just-oh sweet Aelirenn… Will you marry me? I can’t cook for you, but I swear I’d give my life to you just- I’m sorry I keep fucking this up but….will you?”

“Oh, El…” Isengrim pulled something out of his pocket and passed it to Eldain. “If I say yes, will you?”

Eldain felt his eyes begin to water as he stared at the ring inside of the box. It was gold with emerald accents. It was beautiful and Isengrim clearly designed it with Eldain’s taste in mind.

“Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes-”

Isengrim wiped his eyes and laughed. “Then it is settled. We get married and I’ll cook for you so you never cook again.”

#isengrim #isendain #isengrim faoiltiarna #eldain #eldain witcher #witcher fluff #thronebreaker

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