Wicca’s Originals @ UBER // March 25th – April 22nd
Item: Elvira Corset & Skirt
Sizes: Maitreya LaraX, Maitreya(Lara+Pertite), Legacy(Classic+Perky), Reborn // mod-copy-no trans
HUD: 10 Colors & Metals
Tag Archives: Petite
Wicca’s Originals @ Mainstore
The full moon just began its ascent into the night sky. So large and bright, one could almost reach up and touch it. Absolute silence ruled the darkness; not a creature roamed in the stillness. The time was now.
At the base of the stone steps, Lucira looked up at the path she must travel, alone. As the first bare foot rose to begin her journey, the delicate chains that lay against her skin gently swayed. This and the white silk robe were all she wore. The five foot train flowed behind as Lucira climbed the ancient stairway that would bring her to the Holy Pool.
The higher Lucira climbed, her path became more difficult. Once her journey began, Lucira was not permitted to stop, even for a moment’s rest. To slow, to falter, to waiver; all meant failure. Neither was Lucira permitted to touch the side of the cliff for support. Her back must remain rigid and her head held high, forbidden even to look down at the narrow steps where once misstep would send Lucira plummeting to her death.
This was a journey of endurance. This was a journey of faith. This was a journey of purification. There were no second chances. Tonight, when the moon was at its peak, Lucira would embrace her destiny.
With each painful step, the rough stone cut and scoured the tender soles of her feet until they were bloody and bruised. And yet, Lucira still climbed. The wind grew cold and sent her robe whipping about her body. She made no move to warm her aching body or control the errant garment. Lucira’s arms remained down at her sides and accepted the punishment.
Hours later, as the moon reached its apex, Lucira arrived at the summit of the great mountain. A great stone archway heralded the entrance of the Holy Pool. The water, black as night, shimmered with the reflection of the brilliant lunar light. At the edge of the water, Lucira released the silken garment and it fell to her feet. Only the delicate chain harness remained.
The Holy Pool would deem Lucira worthy this night. She must enter the pool and walk its length completely submerged until she reached the other end. If Lucira proved her merit, she would emerge unscathed and purified, a fit leader for her people. If she were found wanting, the chain collar would tighten and find a watery end.
With her head raised to the moon above and her hands raised in supplication, Lucira entered the Holy Pool. Each step took her deeper into the water until she was completely submerged. Soon her lungs burned from lack of air, but Lucira’s steps did not falter. Her faith gave her strength to endure and she continued at an unhurried pace. Soon the ground beneath her feet slowly returned her to the surface. She did not rush the remaining few feet, nor did gasp for much needed air. She remained calm and serene.
Lucira was deemed worthy of her destiny. She was purified and reborn.
Sizes: Maitreya (Lara, Petite), Legacy[F] (Classic, Perky), Reborn
HUD: 10 Colors/Metals + HIDE Options
Location: Mainstore
Wicca’s Originals @ CyberPunk Fair // May 2022
Wicca’s Originals @ CyberPunk Fair // May 14th – June 4th
Wicca’s Originals has done it again, merging cutting edge cybertech engineering with the fashion world with the introduction of the Neuron Boots.
These boots have been made sporting either a Latex of Leather exterior material, with high contrast decorative bands, but that’s just what is seen on the outside.
On the inside, these boots are equipped with predictive, powered gyro-stabilizers and assisted power stepping which make it easy to run or sprint or perform other acrobatic or athletic tricks, even despite the high heel.
The platform itself is filled with a compressible smartgel, capable of absorbing impacts such as jumping from a rooftop or balcony.
Why settle for sacrificing mobility in the name of looking good, when you can get both with the Neuron Boots?
Sizes: Maitreya, Legacy[F], Reborn
HUD: 10 Colors & 10 Metals [(each pack, Fatpack 20 Colors & 10 Metals) Hide Button for the “window” to have a opaque and a transparent version.]
Event Location: CyberPunk Fair by Flair for Events
Wicca’s Originals @ Witchcraft & Wizardry // May 2022
Wicca’s Originals @ Witchcraft & Wizardry // May 12th – June 5th
“Used in ancient rituals by the Magic Council of SL,to amplify one’s magical power, the Seraphina Necklace and Earrings have endured a lot over the centuries.
They’ve been passed down through generations, until one day, there was no one left to pass it over to.
After that, the Seraphina Necklace and Earrings were locked away… forgotten, until now.
Augment your magic by completing the Seraphina set with the additional Bindi.
The joining of these 3 Enchanted items will fuel any Witch or Wizard with an insane amount of magical power…
But be careful, these aren’t just for any Witch or Wizard. You must know what you’re doing in order to fully tap into the power of Seraphina.
And remember… great power doesn’t just come with responsibility… It comes with a price. Use them wisely.”
Sizes: Maitreya (Lara, Petite), Legacy[F] (Classic, Perky), Ebody Reborn & unrigged version
HUD: 10 Colors/Metals
Event Location: Witchcraft & Wizardry // May 2022
NEW @ Wicca’s Originals // April 2022
NEW @ Wicca’s Originals // Mainstore
May It Be For Me
May it be sexy and sleek, to make a man’s knee’s weak.
May it make me look hot, and I will love it a lot. May it be worn different ways, so I can I use it different days.
May It fit several bodies, so many can look like hotties.
May it come in many colors, so I can be unlike all the others. May it be available soon, like this very afternoon.
May it be for me, wouldn’t you agree.
HUD: 10 Colors & 10 Metals
Sizes: Maitreya (Lara + Petite), Legacy[F] (Classy + Perky), Ebody Reborn
Location: Mainstore
Wicca’s Originals @ WCF 18+ // March 2022
Wicca’s Originals @ WCF 18+ // March 1st – March 31st
Finding Your Inner Self – Part 2
It’s been almost three months since Erin found that first note in her lunch bag. Since then, one appeared each week. The notes made no threats of a public exposure over the racy book that was placed in among her more sedate reading selections. Quite the opposite. The notes implied that Erin might enjoy many aspects of her hidden book.
Erin tried to catch the culprit, stalker, secret admirer; she wasn’t even sure what label to use. Unfortunately, the entrance to the employee breakroom was not monitored and too far from her desk at the entrance to the museum to see who lingered in that area. And with each new note, Erin’s curiosity and interest grew.
Evelyn, the museum’s secretary, approached the reception desk signaling Erin’s lunch break. It took all of Erin’s self control to remain calm and not run to the breakroom. As always, Erin had the room to herself. With her breath held, Erin rushed in and snatched her lunch from the fridge. Without ceremony, Erin dumped the contents. She didn’t care about the food, it was her weekly note she needed more than sustenance.
Nothing. It was Friday and so far, no note made an appearance inside her lunch and for some reason Erin could not explain, this made her sad. Each week, Erin looked forward to a new note with growing anticipation. They made her feel … noticed. They made her feel … wanted. Now, she felt empty.
When had it happened? When was the exact moment her life ceased its boring, mundane drudgery and light began to seep into the tiny cracks those notes opened in Erin’s protective wall? It was Friday, so the brown bag should hold a tuna sandwich. Instead, ham and cheese on rye with mustard, a bag of chips and an orange awaited her. No longer was she held hostage by the habits of her past.
Even her appearance changed. When once Erin wore her mousy brown hair in a tight bun, the style had softened and, even a few times was worn unbound and loose around her shoulders. The buttons at the throat of her blouses were now left undone. Bland old Erin slipped away when those notes began to appear and a new Erin slowly emerged.
Co-workers took notice and often stopped by the reception desk to chat for a few minutes. The first time she was invited out to lunch with a few of the docents, Erin was speechless. Now, it happened several times a week. Erin was even invited to join a large group after work to celebrate a birthday.
But now, the missing note left Erin’s chest tight and tears welled up in her eyes. She mentally scolded herself for putting so much stock in a few anonymous messages. The breakroom suddenly felt very stifling, so Erin gathered her food, purchased a bottle of water from a vending machine and headed outside. Another change made in her life.
Outside a group of co-workers waved Erin over to join them. The people were friendly and the conversation was light-hearted, but Erin’s heart was still heavy. By the time the day was over, Erin was ready to crawl into to bed and stay there for the entire weekend.
The bus ride home was bland and uneventful. The four block walk from the bus stop to her apartment seemed to drag on for miles. Three flights of stairs felt like a mountain trek. All that was left was a walk down a long hallway and Erin would be home. Home and a good cry is what she needed. Erin fished her keys out of her purse and looked down the hall and stepped dead in her tracks.
Leaning against her apartment door was a large white box wrapped with a bright red ribbon. Not knowing what awaited her, Erin took slow, hesitant steps forward. The card affixed to the box read simply ‘Erin’. Once her door was unlocked, Erin picked up the large, long box and carried it inside to her bedroom. Erin’s hand shook as she pulled the note from its envelope.
“I had this made especially for you. As lovely as it is, it does not compare to your beauty, sweet Erin.”
Well now. This was a change from notes in a lunch bag.
Erin tugged the ribbon loose and carefully lifted the lid of the box. Beneath layers of white tissue rested several articles of clothing Erin immediately recognized. They were described in great detail in the book that made its way into her possession. A sleeveless bolero jacket and matching leather corset lay on either side of a metal bra and panty set.
Each article of clothing was carefully lifted from the tissue nest and placed on Erin’s bed. The leather was soft and supple and obviously handcrafted. The metal lingerie looked as if it was molded to the curves of a woman’s body. Though the metal was cool to the touch, Erin’s body heated at the idea of it against her skin.
The curtains over the single bedroom window were pulled tightly closed, but Erin rushed over to check again. Her head swam with excitement over what she planned to do next. In the bathroom, Erin removed every stitch of clothing, taking great care to avoid the mirror. Never brave about nudity, Erin bundled up in her old flannel robe before returning to the bedroom.
As she walked toward the bed Erin realized the gift box was deeper than necessary for the items she removed. After pulling out the multiple layers of tissues Erin gasped at what she found buried beneath – tall, matching leather boots. Just looking at those boots made Erin ache with need. Now more than ever, she was determined to try everything on.
One by one, Erin put each piece on and was amazed to find each a perfect fit. The leather was snug, but not restrictive. The metal appeared cast just for her alone. If it were possible, the outfit made Erin feel truly alive for the first time in her bland and boring life.
Never one to look at herself in a mirror, now it seemed to call to Erin. There was a tall mirror mounted on the inside of her closet, which Erin normally kept covered, but now was the time to take a good, long look at herself. Like pulling the bandage from the skin, Erin yanked away the sheet that covered the mirror and let out an audible yelp.
The woman in the reflection was, well, she was … beautiful. Sexy. A stranger, so unlike the Erin everyone saw each day. Her hair was loose around her shoulders and had a tousled look and her eyes had a wild gleam that almost frightened Erin.
Did the clothing possess the power to change her personality? Or did it just bring out what was there all along. The light hidden deep beneath the dull, gray exterior.
Erin didn’t know how long she stood in front of that mirror before a knock on door startled her out of the trance. She hastily donned her bathrobe and wrapped it tight around her body. Suddenly shy and embarrassed again, Erin would be mortified if anyone saw her dressed this way.
Other than the landlord, no one has ever visited Erin’s apartment, so when she looked out the peephole, Erin’s confusion only deepened. What was he doing outside her apartment?
Leaving the security chain on, Erin unlocked the three deadbolts and opened the door just a crack. Erin peered around the edge of the door to find the tall man smiling back at her. His eyes darkened and took on a flash that made Erin tingle all over.
He leaned forward and whispered through the crack in the door, “I know you are wearing my gift.”
Erin’s eyes grew so big she was sure they would pop from her head and the blush that heated her face had to travel all the way to her toes.
“You,” was all Erin managed to squeak. Not full conscious of what she was doing, Erin released the chain and opened the door to admit him.
He entered the apartment, his eyes never straying from Erin’s face. Erin closed and locked the door again, all the while still clutching the robe tightly closed. She could feel his gaze and it made her scared and excited all at the same time. Then, something inside her just … broke. A wall crumbled. The bland, lifeless lump melted away and a new Erin rose from the ashes.
No longer afraid, Erin left the robe drop to the floor. She watched a slow, knowing smile appear on his handsome face.
“Beautiful,” he said in a deep, husky voice.
Yet, his eyes never left her face.
THE END
Sizes: Maitreya (Lara, Petite), Legacy[F] (Classic, Perky)
HUD: 10 Colors & 10 Metals + several Hide Options (Single ready made colors only have a visibility hide/show HUD NO color/metal change!!!)
LM: WCF 18+ by Flair for Events
Wicca’s Originals @ Salvage Station // November 2021
Wicca’s Originals @ Salvage Station // November 20th – December 20th
The world has ended. There was once a Before. Now it is just After.
At least, the world we knew. When food was a matter of walking into a store or pulling up to a drive through window. When water and power was piped into your homes and the Internet was a source of communication and entertainment. It’s all gone now.
At least, the world we knew. When food was a matter of walking into a store or pulling up to a drive through window. When water and power was piped into your homes and the Internet was a source of communication and entertainment. It’s all gone now.
The radiation left the ground barren and broken. Food now comes from the only other survivors of the apocalypse – the cockroaches. Clean water doesn’t exist – water barely exists. I am lucky to find water at all.
Supplies of any kind are long gone. The looters saw to that. What little I have I stole from the dead, including the shirt off a corpse’s back. My sneakers barely have any rubber sole left and my toes are already poking through ever growing holes. I am no better than a vulture picking bones clean. I am a scavenger…
Back in the time Before, I was beautiful. My skin had a peaches-and-cream glow and was soft as silk. Once long, golden blond hair crowned my head. I was carefree and happy. My parents had money and I lived a charmed and privileged life.
Now After, my face is scarred by radiation burns and my skin is so badly cracked that it’s bleeding. Only chopped and uneven brittle strands of hair peek out beneath a filthy cap. A plastic bag holds my few precious possessions.
Everyone i knew is dead. My parents and grandparents were all at some gala/fund raiser/charity event -whatever the cause of the month was, while I was in the underground parking garage where we lived. One minute I was getting out of my Mercedes and the next the building seemed to collapse around me. How I survived, I will never understand.
There is nowhere safe. It is too hot to move around by day, so I have to find a small hole or tiny space in a collapsed building to hide and sleep. I know what will happen if I am caught by one of the gangs. I know what they do to women. I know all too well.
Soon I will be ready to leave the city. It’s taken weeks to gather what I need and make my way to the docks. Better to take my chances in the wilderness than here among the other survivors who kill for no other reason than they can. I learned to sail when I was young and can handle a sail boat on my own. If I can make it out of the city, I will head for the ocean and …
What was that noise? I clutch my meager belongs to my chest and draw up into a tight ball. If I stay small and quiet, maybe they won’t find me. Just maybe i can survive another day. Just maybe … <gasp>
… to be continued …
Sizes: Maitreya (Lara, Petite, Flat), Legacy[F] (Classic, Perky). Legacy[M], Signature Gianni, Belleza Jake
HUD: 10 Colors & 10 Metals
Event Location: Salvage Station
Wicca’s Originals @ The Dark Style Fair // October 2021
Wicca’s Originals @ The Dark Style Fair // October 9th – 31st
There was no moon to light her way, but it also cloaked her escape. She ran as fast as she could through the dense woods on pure instinct, like an animal in flight, Fitting, since he treated her like a dog.
One minute He offered a kind hand; lulled her into a false sense of comfort. Then, without warning, the pain He caused tore her heart and soul to shreds, Was love suppose to be so painful?
She fell against a tree as her legs gave out beneath her. Lungs burning, her breath sawed harshly in and out of her chest. She looked over her shoulder to see if anyone pursued, but all she saw was darkness. That was all her life really was – endless darkness.
Others had escaped and He had dismissed their absence with a flick of a wrist as if they were nothing more than an annoying gnat. But He said Rhoda was special. Is that why He especially enjoyed hurting her? Building her up to only beat down so far that death was her only escape?
Yes, she often thought of death. The sweet release. The peaceful darkness. She came close, several times. The promises He made and failed to keep. The lies that so easily rolled off his tongue. Sweet words meant to pacify a child that held no meaning to Him as walked away and left her alone and bleeding while he went to find pleasure with his other woman.
That’s not love. That’s greed. The need to possess more than anyone else. A selfish child hoarding all the toys just so no one else could have them. If one was lost, three more took its place. That’s all she really was – a shiny trinket to display. His true pleasure came from the compliments He received about her. Yes, that stroked His ego. He loved what she earned Him – adoration.
No more. She was not a thing. She was not the shiny ruby He named her after. She had a name! And by all that was holy, she would hear that name again or die trying. When she heard His angry shout, she hide behind the tree. His punishments were cruel, oh so very cruel.
It was time to run. Nowhere to go. No one to help her. It didn’t matter. If she didn’t run for her life now, the last tiny bit of life inside her would die.
He won’t hurt her again. No one will ever hurt Rhoda again.
– The End –
Sizes: Maitreya (Lara, Petite, Flat), Legacy[F] (Classic, Perky)
Available as Fatpack with 10 Colors & 10 Metals or Single colors with metal HUD only (5 color combinations available for single purchase)
Event Location: Dark Style Fair
Wicca’s Originals @ NEO Japan // September 2021
Wicca’s Originals @ NEO Japan // September 25th – October 17th
As lasers shoot at him from different directions, Sark drops to the floor with a shoulder roll. Finding temporary safety behind a stack of crates, Sark takes a moment to check the energy level on his laser rifle and mutters a silent curse. Ten percent reserves.
After a quick mental count, he knows there are two combatants near the hanger door and one hiding behind a steel pole near the only other exit. Three targets and only enough energy left to take out one, if he is lucky.
In the sudden eerie quiet, Sark can hear them moving in to flank him on three sides. In less than a minute, he will be surrounded. This is going to get ugly.
Without warning, Sark bolts away from his sanctuary and runs straight at the biggest of the three. In his peripheral vision, he sees the other two – one to his right, one to his left – raise their weapons and take aim.
Just before they fire, Sark drops to the floor and slides on his back as he fires at the monster in his path. The giant in front of him drops instantly while the other two take each other out in the crossfire.
A nearly blinding red light flashes as a deafening klaxon announces the end of the game. CONGRATULATIONS SARK! LEVEL 38 WINNER!
Billy jumps up from his desk chair and pumps a fist into the air. Eat my dust, Tommy Jefferies, he shouts.
Sizes: Maitreya (Lara, Petite, Flat), Legacy [F] (Classic, Perky), Legacy [M], Signature Gianni
HUD: 10 Colors & 10 Metals
Event Location: NEO Japan // September 2021
Wicca’s Originals @ Engine Room // September 2021
Wicca’s Originals @ Engine Room // September 20th – October 20th
The powerful engine roars to life and I smile. Do not judge me by my appearance. I may look like a Victorian lady, but deep down, I am a wild creature ready to explore this new steam powered, mechanized world…
Wearing my brother’s clothing, I leave my heavy dresses and tight corsets behind. My parents want to marry me off to some titled aristocrat, but that existence would suffocate me.
I give my mean machine gas and shoot out of the driveway; gravel spraying wildly behind me. A laugh of pure joy and the exhilaration of freedom rips through my body. Yes, this is the life!
What does a girl need a man for when she has a motorcycle vibrating between her legs…
Sizes: Maitreya (Lara, Petite, Flat), Legacy [F](Classic, Perky), Legacy [M], Gianni
HUD: 10 colors, 10 metals
(pls take a look at the back… there are some details too ;))
Event Location: Engine Room // September 2021
For the Engine Room Anniversary we made a unisex gift as well…
You can leave your hat on, especially if it’s made by Wicca’s Creations.
This steampunk styled top hat open and closes for better reception and fun.
