“Wicca’s Raven”

Kyra Camel, owner and designer of Baboom and as well a wonderful friend, gave me a great honor, with dedicating am incredible gown to me. The “Wicca’s Raven” dress is an amazing not symmetric outfit with just one arm and one leg covered. The bodice is made of stunning lace and all the feathers really give the whole creation a wonderful elegant touch with the little artistic edge I love so much 🙂 I thought a long time about something special, that I could add to this post and as I was looking again and again on the pictures the raven poem of Edgar Allan Poe, one of my favourite writers. came to my mind 🙂

The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`’Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door –
Only this, and nothing more.’

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; – vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow – sorrow for the lost Lenore –
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore –
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me – filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door –
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; –
This it is, and nothing more,’

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,’ said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you’ – here I opened wide the door; –
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!’
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!’
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,’ said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore –
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; –
‘Tis the wind and nothing more!’

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door –
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door –
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,’ I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore –
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning – little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door –
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.’

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered – not a feather then he fluttered –
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before –
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.’
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.’

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,’ said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore –
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of “Never-nevermore.”‘

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore –
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.’

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,’ I cried, `thy God hath lent thee – by these angels he has sent thee
Respite – respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’

`Prophet!’ said I, `thing of evil! – prophet still, if bird or devil! –
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted –
On this home by horror haunted – tell me truly, I implore –
Is there – is there balm in Gilead? – tell me – tell me, I implore!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’

`Prophet!’ said I, `thing of evil! – prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us – by that God we both adore –
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore –
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!’ I shrieked upstarting –
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! – quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted – nevermore!

(Edgar Allan Poe, 1845)

Outfit: Baboom – “Wicca’s Raven” – NEW (mesh)

Jewelry: Chop Zuey – “Rocinante’s Curve”

Shoes: epoque – “Mesa Platforms”

Skin: Silken Moon – “Wicca” (custom skin-more about soon 😉 )

Mask: DE Designs – “Maiden Face Mask”

Lipstick: Silken Moon – “Silky Lips Dark Red”

Lashes: Xplosion – “Spirit”

Hair: Miamai – “Lena”

Nails: ..::AKA::.. – “Black Long Nails”

Model & Photographer: Wicca Merlin

Wicca’s Wardrobe: Scary Story

A pretty woman was serving a life sentence in prison for murder. Angry and resentful about her situation, she decided that she couldn’t spend her life in prison. She began plotting ways to escape from the jail.

She became good friends with one of the prison caretakers. His job was to bury any prisoners who died, in a graveyard just outside the prison walls. Whenever a prisoner died, the caretaker rang a bell, which was heard by all of the prison inmates. The caretaker then got the body and put it in a casket. Next, he entered his office to fill out the death certificate before returning to the casket to nail the lid shut. Finally, he put the casket on a wagon to take it to the graveyard and bury it.

Knowing this routine, the woman devised an escape plan and shared it with the caretaker. The next time the bell rang, the woman would leave her cell and sneak into the dark room where the coffins were kept.

She would slip into the coffin with the dead body while the caretaker was filling out the death certificate. When the caretaker returned, he would nail the lid shut and take the coffin outside the prison with the woman in the coffin along with the dead body. He would then bury the coffin.

The woman knew there would be enough air for her to breathe until later in the evening when the caretaker would return to the graveyard under cover of darkness, dig up the coffin, and set her free.

The caretaker was reluctant to go along with this plan, but since he and the woman had become good friends over the years, he agreed to do it. The woman waited several weeks for one of the other prison inmates to die.

One night, she was asleep in her cell when she heard the death bell ringing. She got up, picked the lock of her cell, and slowly walked down the hallway. She was nearly caught a couple of times. Her heart was beating fast.

She opened the door to the darkened room where the coffins were kept. Quietly in the dark, she found the coffin that contained the dead body, carefully climbed into it and pulled the lid shut to wait for the caretaker to come and nail the lid down.

Soon she heard footsteps and the pounding of the hammer and nails. Even though she was very uncomfortable in the coffin with the dead body beneath her, she knew that with each nail she was one step closer to freedom.

The coffin was lifted onto the wagon and taken outside to the graveyard. She could feel the coffin being lowered into the ground. She didn’t make a sound as the coffin hit the bottom of the grave with a thud.

Finally she heard the dirt dropping onto the top of the wooden coffin, and she knew that it was only a matter of time until she would be free at last. After several minutes of absolute silence, she began to chuckle quietly to herself.

Feeling curious, she decided to light a match to find out the identity of the dead prisoner beside her. To her horror, she discovered that she was lying on top of the dead caretaker.

Outfit: Diram – “Peyton” (mesh)

Skin: Silken Moon – “Morbida” /Scara

Blood Tattoo: *elymode* – “dripping blood”

Eyeliner: Damned – “Tribal Makeup”

Hat: Bliss Couture – “Aphrodite”

Shoes: Maitreya Gold – “Moxie”

Earrings: LouLou – “Willow”

Gloves: LouLou – “Crepsule” & “Nevermore”

Stockings: :::insanya::: – “Stockings No. 4”

Socks: +*Cipher*+ – “Punk Sox”

Collar: LouLou – “Little Wing”

Nails: Formanails – “Night”

Lashes: Xplosion – “Spirit”

Wings: Fancy Fairy – “Thistle Wings”

Hair: Tuty’s – “Limbo”

Poses: Corpus

Model & Photographer: Wicca Merlin

Red Seduction with Vero Modero and Violator

Unbelievable but true… the amazing jewelry set, that includes the wavy fan, is part of the Women Stuff hunt. Soraya Vaher from Violator designed a very special and super elegant set as her contribution to the hunt. The “Duchesse” set in white comes with earrings, necklace and the wonderful fan. The earrings are not symmetric as the left side one is a little longer and the necklace is made of 2 parts so you can decide if you wanna wear it full or just the collar 🙂 The fan gives every styling a very elegant and sophisticated touch and you can feel like a royal lady for a while 😉

The stunning “Rosso” gown comes out of the hand of Bouquet Babii, owner and designer of Vero Modero. The tight red dress has an amazing texture and the high collar together with the huge shoulder parts just underlined the sophisticated look of the jewelry set 😉 The wonderful short gloves with amazing wrist part as well add some more elegance.

Gown:Vero Modero – “Rosso” – NEW

Jewelry: Violator – “Duchess” /white – NEW (Women Stuff hunt item)

Hair: PurpleMoon – “Era”

Skin: Silken Moon – “Wicca” – NEW

Lashes: Redgrave – “Silversnow”

Poses: Corpus

Model & Photographer: Wicca Merlin

“Lady in Red” starring SoliDea FoliEs & Finesmith

For the wonderful AVENUE Cinque event, Mila Tatham, owner and designer of SoliDea FoliEs, created some wonderful red outfits. One of them was the “Rita” dress. An amazing red short mesh dress with an awesome collar that carries flexible waving parts.

The “Rita” dress again shows the wonderful skills of Mila Tatham, when it comes to creativity and designing. The folds, lights and shadows are amazing set and make a very realistic look of the whole dress and the little extra that really catches eyes with the collar. This dress is perfect for every occasion anyways if more casual or even cocktail or a more formal event.

The incredible eyebrows come from Finesmith. Yula Finesmith, owner and designer of Finesmith, created the new “Mind” eye decor in 8 different colors and the red one totally matched the todays styling 🙂

To see more of the new releases from SoliDea FoliEs and Finesmith you better make your way to their Mainstores and take a look for yourself 🙂

Dress: SoliDea FoliEs – “Rita” (mesh)

Eye Decor: Finesmith – “Mind” – NEW

Hair: EMO-tions – “Anushka” – NEW

Gloves: Thank you sissy :p

Shoes: [GOS] – “Desire” (mesh)

Skin: Silken Moon – “Wicca” – NEW

Eyeshadow: Silken Moon – “Signature Eyeshadow” /silver dark

Lipstick: Silken Moon – “Wicca Lips” /blood – NEW

Model & Photographer: Wicca Merlin

NV Corsetry meets LovelyMi

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Bugaro for TOW

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“Gentle Insanities”

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Scary Autumn with Silken Moon & Baboom

A 15-year old girl named Donna lived with her father in a small house in the suburbs. Ever since her mother died, Donna had depended on her father for everything. They had a wonderful relationship and loved each other very much.

One morning, Donna’s father was leaving on a business trip. As they ate breakfast together, he told her that he would be home very late that night. With that, he kissed her on the forehead, grabbed his briefcase and walked out the front door.

Later that day, when Donna came home from school, she did some homework and watched some TV. By midnight, her father had still not returned so she decided to go to bed.

That night she had a dream. She found herself standing at the edge of a busy highway. Cars and trucks whizzed by at an alarming rate. She looked across the highway and saw a familiar figure standing on the other side. It was her father. His hands were cupped around his mouth and he seemed to be shouting something to her, but she couldn’t make out what he was saying.

As the traffic whizzed by, she strained to hear. Her father’s eyes were sad. He seemed to be desperately trying to communicate something to her. She could barely make out the words: “Don’t… Open… Door…”

Suddenly, Donna was awoken from the dream by a strange tapping noise.

Tap Tap Tap.

Then somebody began to ring the doorbell downstairs.

Ring Ring Ring.

She scrambled out of bed and put on her slippers. Then, dressed only in her nightgown, she ran downstairs and went to the front door.

Looking through the peephole, she saw her father’s face outside. He was staring right at her. The doorbell kept ringing insistently. “OK, hold on! I’m coming!”, she shouted.

She pulled back the deadbolt and was about to unlatch the door when she stopped.

She looked through the peephole at her father again. Something about his expression didn’t look quite right. His eyes were wide open. He looked terrified.

She slid the deadbolt back into place.

“Dad!”, she yelled through the door. “Did you forget your keys?”

Ring Ring Ring.

“Dad, answer me!”

Ring Ring Ring.

“Dad, please! I need you to answer me!”

Ring Ring Ring.

“Is there someone else out there with you?”

Ring Ring Ring.

“Why won’t you answer me?”

Ring Ring Ring.

“I’m not opening the door until you say something!”

The doorbell kept ringing and ringing, but for some reason, her father refused to answer her desperate cries.

For the rest of the night, the frightened girl cowered in a corner of the hallway, helplessly listening to the ceaseless ringing of the doorbell. It seemed to go on for hours. Eventually, she fell into an uneasy sleep.

At dawn, she woke up and realized that everything was quiet. She crept over to the door and looked through the peephole again. Her father was still there, staring at her.

She cautiously opened the door and was confronted with a sight that filled her with unimaginable horror.

Her father’s severed head was hanging from a nail above the door. There was a note attached to the doorbell.

It read:”Clever Girl.”

Details

Gown: Baboom – “Devils Daughter” – NEW (group gift)

Skin: Silken Moon – “Rookie” /Zombie

Eyes: Silken Moon – “Blood”

Shoes: Mea Culpa – “Evil”

Hair: Burly – “Zia II” (mesh)

Nails: Formanails – “Madonna Skeleton”

Lashes: Mayden Couture – “Eyelashes V2 8”

Model & Photographer: Wicca Merlin

News from Violator – “The Lady in White”

Soraya Vaher, owner and designer of Violator, designed 2 wonderful outfits for the AVENUE Cinque event. Today I have the great pleasure to showcase one of them 🙂

We all know Violator for extraordinary creations of outfits, jewelry and hair. Way back when I started modeling round about 4 years ago, Violator was one of the brands that caught my eyes as they always were different and out of the box and it still stays the same ;). All the Violator designs show of some very artistic skills and ideas.

“The Lady in White” was made for the AVENUE Cinque event and shows the amazing skills of soraya Vaher when it comes to special creations. ” The Lady in White” comes with jewelry and the wonderful headpiece. The long white and tight dress is decorated with amazing flexible and static prims that accents the wait and the ankles. The waist and head part remind me on some huge artistic, abstract flowers. The gloves and the collar add some very elegant touch to the whole outfit. The golden jewelry parts make an amazing contrast di the white dress. Little flower tendrils that decorate the waits part get repeated at the head piece and with an awesome line over the left shoulder. Overall this dress with turn heads everywhere, where you appear and you will feel like a princess for one night with the powerful, elegant and avant-garde looking “Lady in White”

To see the more releases and all the past creations you better take a look by yourself at the Violator Mainstore 🙂

Details

Outfit (incl jewelry): Violator – “The Lady in White” – NEW

Hair: EMO-tions – “Tyra”

Skin: Silken Moon – “Wicca” – NEW

Sim: The Wastelands

Model & Photographer: Wicca Merlin

Morgan Le Fay

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