#witcher event

[witcherwheeloftheyear]

A Witcher Wheel of the Year 2025

A Witcher Wheel of the Year will be a series of events all through the year 2025 - prompts for Imbolc and Ostara are now revealed!

There will be prompts based on every festival of the Wheel of the Year, and you are invited to create fics or art of whatever strikes your fancy for those. Prompts will be smutty and non-smutty, you can pick one or several. If you feel like creating something not based on the prompts, go ahead! We only ask that there is some connection to the festival, however you choose to interpret it.

All themes and genres are welcome, from G to E and from fluff to whump. This is a kink and darkfic friendly event, as long as you tag/warn accordingly.

No upper or lower word count limit for writers

All canons are welcome - games, TV shows, books

All ships are welcome, as are gen fics

Please be kind to each other - no bashing or kinkshaming ect.

On the date of each festival, there will be an event where you can share your work. Tag with #witcherwheeloftheyear so people can find it! Follow us on @witcherwheeloftheyear and @ us when you post so we can reblog!

Prompts will be revealed throughout the year, around three months ahead so you have time to create.

There is an AO3 collection here and a canonical tag: A Witcher Wheel of the Year Challenge

Mod: @bookscorpion

If you want to send me an anon message and you have no Tumblr account, please do so via a reply the Dreamwidth post for the event, 'More Options' will let you select anon). Also runs on Pillowfort

Prompts and Dates

Dates

Imbolc February 2nd

Ostara March 20th

Beltane May 1st

Litha June 21st

Lammas August 1st

Mabon September 22nd

Samhain November 1st

Yule December 21st

Prompts

Imbolc

vows - first time - candles - bed

lamb - weaving - thunder - ashes

Ostara

bathing/drowning - strawman - evergreen

eggs - leaving a mark - smoke - succession

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Beltane

handfasting/promise - ribbons - cakes - cast out

(re)kindle - dancing - circles - grove

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Litha

springs/wells - berries - water spirits

burn/brand - wreath - fortune telling - flower of the fern

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Lammas

hunger - reaper/reaping - noon wraith

ploughing - herbs - thunder - crops

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Graphics for the moodboard by Crimsonherbarium, Sun Cross from Wikipedia, moodboard put together by bookscorpion. All base images free to use.

[witcherwhumpweek]

Witcher Whump Week 2024

A fandom week focusing on whumping The Witcher characters, open to all kinds of fan created content. It will run on Tumblr, Pillowfort and Dreamwidth from 19th to 26th February 2024.

Each day has different prompts, and you are invited to create content based on those prompts: fics, art, moodboards, playlists - whatever strikes your fancy.

You can whump any The Witcher character from any canon. OCs are welcome.

Moderators: Bookscorpion

Rules:

Whump with one or more The Witcher characters must be the focus of your creation

Pure whump/hurt no comfort and hurt/comfort are all welcome

NSFW is welcome, as is any trope or theme

No upper or lower word count limit for writers

Collaborations are welcome

All canons are welcome - games, TV shows, books

Please be kind to each other - no bashing or kinkshaming ect.

There is an AO3 collection here and the additional tag is Witcher Whump Week (The Witcher)

Prompts can be interpreted in any way you wish - get creative and have fun! You can create for one prompt, or all of them or anything in between.

Post and tag with #witcherwhumpweek2024 and/or @witcherwhumpweek

1 there was so much blood / unwanted

2 hallucinations & mindfuck / keep still!

3 tainted / betrayal

4 it still hurts / chained

5 I'm fine! / exposure

6 thorns / missing

7 sacrifice / curses

[witcherrarepaircommentexchange]

The Witcher Rarepair Comment Exchange is now open for signups!

Signups are open November 1st to 15th, time to comment is from December 1st to 15th.

Please submit fics/chapters with a wordcount of no more than 10k, and no less than 500 words

Please take a moment to read the

Rules

You will be submitting your rarepair fic(s), and commit to leaving a comment on someone else’s fic(s). The event will match people based on fic tags and your preferences/DNWs.

Comments: Comments need to be at least 100 words long. Anything you quote from the fic doesn’t count towards that. If you want only to comment and not submit a fic, you are welcome to sign up!

Fics: Submit at least one oneshot/chapter with a wordcount of no more than 10k, and no less than 500 words. You can submit up to three fics so there’s a better chance to match readers and fics.

If you have participated before and submit more than one fic, please submit no more than ONE fic/chapter you have submitted before! If you submit one fic/chapter, it should be a new one.

Signups: open November 1-15

Signup via Google Form here

Matches will be sent out December 1, time to comment until December 15

If you have suddenly forgotten everything you like/don’t like to read, the Fisstech & Succubi Eskel Exchange has an excellent list to help you get started here

The rarepair must be the focus of your fic. We count everything as a rarepair with less than 1000 fics on AO3 at the time when you submit your story.

The pairing can be romantic or platonic/friendship.

This event welcomes darkfic, WIPs (the submitted chapter must be published on AO3), crossovers and OCs. As long as the fic is tagged correctly, you can submit whatever you want. The flip side of submit whatever you want is that we will not tolerate bashing of submitted fics.

If you end up paired with a fic that is in hindsight not your cup of tea for whatever reason, please contact the mods before commenting to be paired with another fic (there’s no need to tell us why). Don’t feel obliged to read material you’d rather not, and do not send the author negativity.

Mods:

Bookscorpion

BawdyBean

[witchermonstermayhem]

Here are some banners that you may use for your Witcher Monster MAYhem posts

Of course, you can alter them as you wish or create your own ones too! (Or don't use any at all.)

Looking very much forward to your monstery creations!

Only a few more days 👹 👹👹

(and still plenty of time to write/draw/edit something if you haven't yet 😉. All the prompts at one glance are here, have fun!)

And don't forget to post/add your work to the Ao3 collection. It will be revealed on May 1st.

[astaldis]

My Witcher Wheel of the Year 2023 Fics

Thank you so much for creating this fun event and the inspiring prompts, @witcherwheeloftheyear 😘

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Imbolc February 2nd: The Glade

On their journey from Toussaint to Stygga, Geralt's Hansa comes across a beautiful glade. But is it safe to make camp here for the night? Friendship (Words: 660; Chapters: 1/1)

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Ostara March 20th: Where the Tulips Grow

Geralt, Yennefer, and Ciri learn that Jaskier has gone missing under suspicious circumstances. Circumstances that hint at a kidnapping. Yennefer leaves Geralt with Ciri and goes to save the bard. But not all goes as planned. The hero becomes the damsel in distress and Jaskier has to save the day. Romance/Yenskier (Words: 23,951; Chapters: 9/9, )

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Beltane May 1st: Belleteyn

Yennefer has a beautiful May Night with her lover. Who the lover is? I had one specific Witcher character in mind when I wrote the fic, but you might fancy a different pairing. So, feel free to decide yourself whoever works best for you, Yennefer/Geralt, Yennefer/Jaskier, Yennefer/Istredd, Yennefer/Cahir, Yennefer/crossover character, Yennefer/You, ... loads of possibilities! Romance/Smut (Words: 3,469; Chapters: 1/1)

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Litha June 21st: A Night to Remember

It's Litha, the longest day of the year, and Geralt is throwing a garden party at his newly acquired estate, Corvo Bianco, the old vineyard in the Sansretour Valley. Milva cannot dance, but Cahir is a good teacher. The delicious wine and Jaskier's newest song also help. And then there are Angoulême's Hansa Games and Regis's hot hooch ... Friendship/Romance/Humour (Words: 4,160; Chapters: 2/2)

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Lammas August 1st: Of Bairns and Banes

It is a beautiful night, fair summer weather, the air balmy, the sky clear and sprinkled with stars. The perfect night for the village’s traditional Lammas celebrations, the feast of first fruits. However, unlike in the neighbouring villages and the years past, there are no bonfires here today. No corn dolls to be burned and bulls or horses to be sacrificed as an offering to the gods. No ritual dances or athletic competitions are held or blueberry loaves baked in the village bake house. This year there is no matchmaking and rolling about in the hay. For the village is in mourning, the villagers terrified. And very much in need of a Witcher. Lucky for them, one has just arrived.

This is the story of Cahir’s first solo monster hunt. Spooky Adventure (Words: 2,977; Chapters: 1/1)

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Mabon September 22nd: Her Idea of Fun

“Finished!” Angoulême exclaims and starts to dance circles around the victim of her wager. “I bet nobody’d take him for a Nilfgaardian now!” she adds with a raucous cackle that reminds strongly of a goose on fisstech …

Cahir loses a bet and Angoulême is having fun. Friendship/Humour (Words: 444; Chapters: 1/1)

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Samhain November 1st: The Present

It is the evening of the last day of October, Samhain, a magical night where the gates between worlds are wide open for those who can travel through space and time. Ciri can, and she has a surprise for her boyfriend Cahir, a very nice surprise. Romance/Cahiri (Words: 1,656; Chapters: 1/1)

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Yule December 21st: Jaskier's Jolly Yule Jumble

Another festive event is coming up in Toussaint and Jaskier has the perfect idea for how to celebrate it with his Hansa. He only needs to convince Geralt and the others that his idea for their Yule party will be fun, lots of fun. Friendship/Humour (Words: 8,681; Chapters: 4/4)

[kaciart]

Day 13 It's just a pebble: Avalanche / Stuck in the mountains / “Well, this wasn't how I thought the hiking trip would go.”

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Patreon | Ko-Fi

[batbusiness-schooldropout]

The wolf witchers definitely tackle each other whenever they meet up.

Geralt and Jaskier come across signs of someone else's camp, and Geralt tears off to go knock Eskel to the ground and rub dirt in his hair.

The next year, Geralt dismounts Roach out of nowhere, tells Jaskier to take Roach, and walk at least 6 steps to the left. Just in time for Lambert to come running up on his horse, jump off mid-gallop, and belly flop right on top of Geralt

[ellethespaceunicorn]

You're Mine

Title: You’re Mine

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Dark!Daddy!Geralt x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Prompts: Geralt of Rivia + Female Reader + Daddy Kink + “Can you feel how much I want you?” + Darkfic, requested by @chibijusstuff

Summary: After coming back from a hunt, you find out that Geralt isn’t himself.

Warnings: Daddy Kink, pet names for Reader (little one, my sweet), Darkfic, dark!Geralt, drugged!Geralt, choking, biting, scratching, manipulation, Geralt rips Readers underwear off, non-con, unprotected p-in-v sex, creampie, mention of bodily fluids, memory lapse, bathtime as aftercare, cuddling, possessiveness, dead dove: do not eat

A/N: Unbeta'd, because I was impatient about posting this. All mistakes are mine.

Dividers by me

Support/Reblog banner by me

Cover Art by me

Sweet Treats Event 2024 Masterlist

My Masterlist

You’ve been watching him for hours from your spot in a nearby chair as he kneels in front of the fire. The silver wolf's face on his medallion shines brightly from the flickering embers, suspended from his chest. The remnants of the potion in his system show themselves in deep, black cracking lines on his ashen skin that radiate from his closed eyes. He has never taken this long to shake off the effects of any of the mixtures he carries in his pack, and your concern is beginning to grow.

He barely acknowledged you when he came home in the early morning hours. He placed his swords in their spot by the door, shed his armor, and took his place in front of the fire to warm himself and meditate. The longer he remains in that spot, the more you wring your hands with concern.

You were but a commoner; you hadn’t much knowledge of the Witcher lifestyle before meeting Geralt in that tavern. And even now, Geralt wasn’t the most forthcoming with things he deemed ��unnecessary for you to concern yourself with’, as he put it. You hadn’t the faintest idea of what was in his potions, let alone how to make them.

You only knew that he was usually back to himself by now.

Another thing you noticed was that his scent had changed. He tended to keep the smell of whatever beast or monster he had slain. But all you could smell were flowers, and more specifically, the aroma of tuberose.

Heady and exotic, the scent of tuberose is one you are accustomed to. Your mother would use tuberose oil as a perfume, saying it would lure in men with its sweet honey and warm spice combination. Your poor father had died years prior, and your mother barely waited for the dirt in his grave to settle before she was out with other men. But that’s a story for a different day.

Even though the oil performed just as she promised, you couldn't quite grasp why she never revealed the source of that unique blend to you. Of course, you called it magic, but she would always shake her head and say there was no way it was magical. She claimed it was a gift from an elderly beggar woman to whom she had once given a handful of orens. You knew well enough not to push any further, but that doesn’t mean you forgot that story.

Or that smell.

You were so in your thoughts that you almost missed Geralt’s grumbling. Your eyes returned to his face, and this time, his eyes looked at you. Gone was the golden yellow iris you had come to love, only to be replaced with full, black eyes. Black, like you never saw black. Nothingness.

Rising from the floor, he bares his teeth and growls lowly. You stand up from your chair and raise your hands in front of you.

“Geralt?” You attempt, moving backward when he takes a step forward. “Daddy...” you trail off as he smiles at you, a devilish grin showing his sharp canines.

“My sweet little one. Don’t you look delectable?” Geralt coos, crowding into your space as you are backed into the wall behind you.

His hands rest on either side of your head on the wall while he noses at your neck, no doubt smelling the fear-induced arousal that is shooting through your entire body.

“Daddy? Why don’t we take it slow? You’re not yourself yet-”

His hand flies to your throat, tightening at the sides. “You wish to refuse me that which is rightfully mine?”

“Geralt, I-”

“Ah, ah. Try again, little one,” he cautions, his grip on your neck ever sure.

“Daddy, I’m scared,” you breathe, tears falling from your eyes.

“I know. I can smell it on you,” he confesses, leaning back in to sniff under your jawline. He stoops to pick you up and brings you to the bed, lying his body on top of yours. He doesn’t waste time in rucking your dress up and pressing his clothed sex against your own. “Can you feel how much I want you?”

His voice, so delicate as he speaks to you, sounds like your Geralt. But those eyes, the way he takes without asking, and his smell only serve to repel you. It feels like your partner has been swapped out for a harsher, more unkind version of who he used to be.

His hand reaches between the two of you and rips away your undergarments before unbuttoning his pants so his thick and ready length can fall free. As soon as his shaft is uninhibited from its confines, he is pushing and prodding at your entrance.

Without preparation or care, he enters you swiftly. You aren’t given a second to adjust to his girth before he withdraws his cock and forces himself back inside you. By the third thrust, you are crying and begging him to stop. Your hands are balled into fists as you pound on his chest, his shoulders, anywhere you can land a blow.

He only laughs at your feeble attempts to thwart his actions. He also teases you when your body eventually betrays you.

“Look at you, being torn apart from the inside out, and your sloppy little cunt can’t get enough of it. Always so soft and warm for me. Stop fighting and take it, little one,” he soothes. His warm, rich voice invades your ears, and you cease efforts to push him away from you.

Once he has you malleable and compliant, he focuses on chasing his release. Unconcerned with your pleasure, he fists one hand in the sheets of your bed while the other tangles in your hair to expose your neck. Biting and sucking at your skin until blood is brought to the surface, he takes pride in marking you.

Soon, your neck and chest are littered with bite marks and bruises. You can feel every welt as he takes his time poking them as he drives into you over and over. His first orgasm is so intense that he lets out a feral growl, slowing down for a bit before it’s evident that he isn’t done in the slightest.

Realizing your fate, you begin to hyperventilate. Your chest is heaving as you inhale and exhale shallowly; you feel as though your heart could beat out of your chest. But only momentarily as Geralt leans down to speak into your ear.

“You’ve never looked lovelier than you do tonight. I can smell your fear; I can taste your panic. Just have to hold out a little longer for me, my sweet,” he sighs, nosing at your neck.

By now, you can feel nothing but pain from the bites, the scratches, and his relentless pounding into your battered and bruised heat. The stuttering of his hips is a gift, alerting you to his impending climax. You’d already given up on experiencing your peak.

“So close. I can feel it coming, little one,” he whispers, his voice strained and gruff as he forces his eyes shut. He thrusts into you one last time, his hips flush with yours as his cock paints your insides. Once he stops spasming, he lets out a heavy breath and opens his eyes.

You watch as he comes back to himself, the black veins disappearing from his face and his eyes returning to their golden hue. Frozen where you are, you observe the realization on Geralt’s face as he looks down at your marred skin and wet eyes.

As he relaxes just enough to pull away from your body, he quickly adjusts himself back into his pants and settles down onto his knees. He’s unsure of what to say; what can he say that would make this situation any easier? His eyes are drawn to where his semen drips from you.

“Daddy? Are you back?” you ask, your hands pushing your dress down over yourself as you sit up.

The sound of your tiny voice washes over him like a cold shower. He finally looks back at you, and a single tear falls from his left eye. As if a switch were flipped, Geralt appears smaller than before. He shrinks into himself, hunching his shoulders.

“I did this to you?” he guesses, nodding to the angry marks on your skin.

“Geralt, I think you were poisoned. What’s the last thing you remember?” you question, raising your hands to show him you mean no harm.

“The wyvern nest. There were druids; they surrounded me. I felt pain in my neck and then smelled flowers before everything went black. Next thing I know, I’m in bed with you,” he replies.

“You weren’t yourself, Geralt. This wasn’t you,” you insist, feeling the urge to comfort him.

“Poisoned or possessed, I am the reason you’re hurt right now. I could have killed you if I hadn’t come back to myself,” he frets, holding up a hand when you try to move closer to him.

“I’ve already forgiven you, if only you would forgive yourself,” you plead, trying to hide your distress.

“You should have a bath. Let me draw it for you,” he suggests, leaving you on the bed before you can say anything in response.

After he fills the wooden bath with enough water, he uses Igni to warm the water to your liking. He helps you into the water, washing your body and hair when you ask him to stay with you. When you are done, he helps dry your skin. You don’t exchange many words, and neither of you knows how to start a conversation.

After you are dressed in a nightgown, you climb into bed and pull Geralt in behind you. He reluctantly lays next to you, afraid that he will hurt you again somehow. Turning onto your side, you face away from him. You sniff, holding back tears and the lump in your throat.

Before you could clear your throat, Geralt was pulling you into his chest. His strong arms wrap around you, and he inhales your scent. While he can still smell the faint echo of fear on you, the most prevalent fragrance is overwhelming love.

You were pushing down your fear with all your might and thinking only of good moments of Geralt. Images of a smile pulling at his lips, your hands in his, and a stolen kiss cloud your vision.

You snuggle into his embrace, his body heat keeping you warm. He peppers kisses over your hickeys on your neck, lulling you to sleep. But just before you can give in to the draw of slumber, you hear his voice in your ear.

“I wouldn’t get too comfortable,” he whispers, laughing lowly. “You’re mine, little one. And I won’t let you escape.” His hand goes to your mouth, and you know your night is far from over.

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this story. It took so long to write, but I am happy with what I have created here. Also, I feel like there are very few dark!Geralt or Daddy!Geralt stories out there. Is it because we don’t like these or it’s just too taboo? Let me know, cuz I could write more dark versions of this man.

[wannastayugly]

How to Keep Your Travel Companion Alive and Well, a guide by Geralt of Rivia himself.

Page 3/?

[rosemarycorpse]

have not been able to stop thinking about the Thanedd banquet… so I made another redraw

og picture :)

[witcherwheeloftheyear]

The next event for Witcher Wheel of the Year will be

Ostara on March 20

The prompts are:

bathing/drowning - strawman - evergreen

eggs - leaving a mark - smoke - succession

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after that, it will be

Beltane on May 1

handfasting/promise - ribbons - cakes - cast out

(re)kindle - dancing - circles - grove

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rules and details here

[witcherwhumpweek]

Witcher Whump Week 2024

A fandom week focusing on whumping The Witcher characters, open to all kinds of fan created content. It will run on Tumblr, Pillowfort and Dreamwidth from 19th to 26th February 2024.

Each day has different prompts, and you are invited to create content based on those prompts: fics, art, moodboards, playlists - whatever strikes your fancy.

You can whump any The Witcher character from any canon. OCs are welcome.

Moderators: Bookscorpion

Rules:

Whump with one or more The Witcher characters must be the focus of your creation

Pure whump/hurt no comfort and hurt/comfort are all welcome

NSFW is welcome, as is any trope or theme

No upper or lower word count limit for writers

Collaborations are welcome

All canons are welcome - games, TV shows, books

Please be kind to each other - no bashing or kinkshaming ect.

There is an AO3 collection here and the additional tag is Witcher Whump Week (The Witcher)

Prompts can be interpreted in any way you wish - get creative and have fun! You can create for one prompt, or all of them or anything in between.

Post and tag with #witcherwhumpweek2024 and/or @witcherwhumpweek

1 there was so much blood / unwanted

2 hallucinations & mindfuck / keep still!

3 tainted / betrayal

4 it still hurts / chained

5 I'm fine! / exposure

6 thorns / missing

7 sacrifice / curses

[witcherrarepaircommentexchange]

The Witcher Rarepair Comment Exchange will return in June 2024!

This time, it will be for fics shorter than 1k words - get out your drabbels and ficlets!

Signups will open:

May 1st

rules and details

[witchermonstermayhem]

Almost time to let the monsters lose, but of course not without some Alt. Prompts:

You can replace any day's prompts with one or several of the alt. prompts if you find them more inspiring. Have fun!

And if you prefer to make up your own monster prompts, go for it, all monsters are welcome!!!

Word prompts: 

"Not all monsters deserve to die." / Monster Infection / Bat Out Of Hell / What happened between Eskel and that succubus... / Flying Spaghetti Monster

Picture prompt:

Song prompt: Scary Monsters (And Super Creeps) (2017 Remaster) - David Bowie

Lyrics: 

She had an horror of rooms she was tired you can't hide beat

When I looked in her eyes they were blue but nobody home

She could've been a killer if she didn't walk the way she do, and she do

She opened strange doors that we'd never close again

She began to wail jealousies scream

Waiting at the lights know what I mean

Scary monsters, super creeps

Keep me running, running scared

Scary monsters, super creeps

Keep me running, running scared

She asked me to stay and I stole her room

She asked for my love and I gave her a dangerous mind

Now she's stupid in the street and she can't socialise

Well I love the little girl and I'll love her till the day she dies

She wails

Jimmy's guitar sound jealousies scream

Waiting at the lights know what I mean

Scary monsters, super creeps

Keep me running, running scared

Scary monsters, super creeps

Keep me running, running scared

Scary monsters, super creeps

Keep me running, running scared

Scary monsters, super creeps

Keep me running, running scared

Oh oh woh-oh

Oh, oh-oh-oh oh

Oh oh oh, oh oh

Oh oh woh-oh

Oh, oh-oh-oh oh

Oh oh oh, oh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

[animeandfun]

Best fantasy shows to watch on Netflix 2024

[batbusiness-schooldropout]

Ciri: Geralt just made another dad joke. The only thing he's said outside of training for the past week has been dad jokes

Lambert: Let's kill him

Jaskier: You can't!

Lambert: You haven't heard his dad jokes. They're worth murdering someone over

Jaskier: Yes but you'll inconvenience me

Lambert: Explain

Jaskier: How am I supposed to be a rich widow if we're not married and Geralt has no money to leave me? You would deny me one of life's great pleasures over bad jokes?

Lambert: Suppose not. ESKEL!! Find us a priest! The sooner we get this over with the better!