Wicca’s Originals @ The Warehouse Sale // July 2022

Wicca’s Originals @ The Warehouse Sale // July 23rd – August 18th

The engineers at Wicca’s Originals have developed some new, cutting edge kit, a must-have for any transhumanist.

The Rush Bracer strikes the perfect blend between “chrome chic” with function, offering an exterior shell which is safe to paint a myriad of colors, as well as a clear, hardened plexiglass viewing panel to see the circuitry and microprocessors inside.

Future fashion asks us to not just decorate our body with clothing, but to actually update our body itself to rise to that fashion challenge. Besides this, those circuits are not just for show. They improve the precision of fine motor control by several times over, allowing limiters in movement and strength to be configured on the fly.

A benefit of taking over the musculature and nerve clusters is the Rush Bracer has the medical benefit of mitigating and overcoming various kinds of nerve damage, such as RSI or carpal tunnel.

Reject the limits of the flesh, get your Rush Bracer installed today.

Sizes: Maitreya, Legacy[F], Reborn, Legacy[M], Belleza Jake, Signature Gianni
HUD: 10 Colors & 10 Metals
Event Location: The Warehouse Sale // July 2022

BeSpoke & Wicca’s Originals – First Collaboration!

Wicca’s Originals @ The Warehouse Sale // July 23rd – August 18th

When brilliant minds get together, brilliant things happen. That’s exactly what happened in the latest collab between Wicca’s Originals and BeSpoke! We’re beyond excited for you to check out our collaboration at the newest round of The Warehouse Sale!

The Chitinous Legs take inspiration from the insectoid world and is perfect for anyone looking to make a very unique avatar, be it for Roleplay or just to impress your friends!

The legs are rigged for Maitreya, Legacy (F/M), Gianni and Jake bodies + it is also 100% BOM compatible!.

Check it out now at the newest round of The Warehouse Sale!

 

Wicca’s Originals @ Midnight Order // July 2022

Wicca’s Originals @ Midnight Order // July 20th – August 20th

Today we have the honor to introduce you to another item of pure beauty and power. Worn and created long ago by Liuva, these boots will let your inner desires be expressed outloud with a beautiful harmony of both elegancy and confidence.

The Liuva Boots will make you feel empowered, as only the fiercest of individuals can wear them. Be ready to be the center of attention because when you walk in the room, you will turn heads, everyone will want to know who you are as the light shines off of the beautiful and yet, just subtle enough, spikes on the Liuva Boots. Some people may say the spikes represent the strength behind beauty, but you can find your own meaning.

Trying something new can be challenging and scary but such is the cost of living, face those challenges with Liuva by your side.

What are you waiting for?

Sizes: Maitreya, Legacy[F], Reborn, Legacy[M], Belleza Jake
HUD: 10 Colors & 10 Metals
Event Location: Midnight Order // July/August 2022

 

Wicca’s Originals @ SL 19B // June 2022

Day and night, Sixsmith labored at his toils. He was a craftsman of the finest ilk. So much so, he was no longer called the name given to him at birth, but by the trade at which he excelled – Sixsmith.

His latest creation was complete. As he polished the finished pieces with a soft cloth, Sixsmith closely inspected every stitch, every link, and every inch for any imperfections and found none. Only the best for the greatest warrior in their kingdom.

The appointed time had arrived and Sixsmith placed the two pieces upon a wooden tray lined with thick red velvet to prevent damage before they were presented. All eyes fell upon his as Sixsmith emerged from his forge. From the strongest sword to the most delicate of adornments, Sixsmith could create anything the imagination allowed.

The crowd that had gathered in the streets parted in deference to the hulk of the man who stood head and shoulders above them all. Dressed only in leather pants and boots, the well-muscled man was living proof of what years of hard labor could do to a man’s physique.

Sixsmith continued through the streets until he stood before doors of the Great Hall. The portal slowly opened to reveal the warrior waited patiently at the end of the massive room. Undaunted, Sixsmith entered with his head held high until he reached the raised dais at the end of the hall.

With respect, Sixsmith dropped to one knee and held his burden high for inspection. With a simple nod, the warrior presented an arm. The first bracer was lifted from the velvet nest and placed upon the proffered limb.

The thick yet supple leather molded to the forearm as though sculpted to perfection. The metal rivets, pins and adornments gleamed in the sun that shown through the high windows of the Great Hall. Near the wrist a metal disc, flawless etched, was the royal crest of the kingdom, denoting the lofty station of the wearer.

Straps and fasteners secured the bracer to the underbelly of the arm; tight enough to ensure a proper fit, but not so much to hamper the warrior’s movements. The matching bracer was attached to the other arm just as carefully. Once both were secured, Sixsmith bowed his head and placed a fisted hand over his heart; his silent pledge of unswerving loyalty.

After a moment, a hand came to rest upon Sixsmith’s powerful shoulder and he raised his head to meet the gaze of the warrior before him. With love and devotion, Sixsmith looked up at the warrior; his lover, his Queen.

Sizes: Maitreya, Legacy[F], Reborn, Legacy[M], Gianni, Jake
HUD: 10 Colors/Metals
Location: SL 19B // June 2022

Wicca’s Originals @ The Warehouse Sale // April 2022

Wicca’s Originals @ The Warehouse Sale // April 23rd – May 18th

Strip Away The Layers

The closer she looked, the more the colors blurred. Dull, lifeless, common. Nothing to write home about, if she actually had someone to write to. It was a minor piece by an insignificant artist, who led an unremarkable life. Just like me, Naia thought to herself.

With a heavy sigh, Naia pulled off the magnified glasses she used to resort paintings at the Metropolitan Museum and tossed them on her worktable. The throbbing behind her eyes was there when she woke up that morning and nothing; shower, food or coffee, eased her discomfort. Considering the shower was lukewarm at best, the food bland and the coffee weak, it’s not like there was much hope.

For seven years, two as an unpaid intern, Naia worked in the cold, temperature controlled basement of the museum for long hours and low pay. Her clothes were from the bargain racks at the local Goodwill. Long skirts down to her ankles, and oversized, shapeless sweaters; all meant to hide her body. She might be 26 years old, but Naia looked as old as the other two basement dwellers who worked nearby; both close to retirement age.

After rubbing her eyes with the heels of her hands, Naia looked up at the clocked and noticed it was after six; time to go home. Mr. Smith and Mr. Jones, heaven help her, those were their actual names, had already shuffled out, leaving Naia alone. No hellos. No goodbyes. No conversation day in and day out. It was like working in a morgue with walking corpses.

Naia gathered her belongs and made her way out of the museum. She arrived at the bus stop in time to see the 6:15 chug away down the street. With her bag clutched tightly to her stomach, Naia sat gingerly on the edge of the bench and waited for the next bus. What else could she do, but wait.

Two hour later, Naia walked the final block to her tiny efficiency apartment with a bag containing two soggy tacos and a warm soda from the whole-in-the-wall place around the corner. Just like work, she lived in the basement of a converted brownstone that had seen better days a century ago. As she drew closer, the building manager came out of the front entrance with an overflowing cardboard box. Without fanfare, he dropped the box on top of the trash cans with a grunt of disgust, and then climbed the high stoop as if it were Mt. Everest.

To enter her shabby little space, Naia had to descend a few steps to a door beneath that stoop. As she passed the trash cans, Naia caught sight of a familiar item in the discarded box. Naia reached out and fingered the well worn boots worn by Tillie in 3B. They found Tillie a few days ago when the manager went up to demand she turn down the music blasting from her crappy stereo, dressed in just her underwear and the needle still in her arm. Bet that stereo is now in the manager’s apartment.

Looking around to see if anyone was watching, Naia grabbed the box and hurried down to her apartment. Once safely inside, Naia dropped the forgotten food onto an old, scarred table and carried the box to her bed; which was no more than a thin mattress on top of a wooden pallet. The single room contained a toilet, shower (without any walls), sink and a tiny closet. No kitchen – only a hotplate on top of a small chest of drawers.

One by one, Naia emptied the contents of the box on to the mattress. A couple short skirts, a tank top, a black button down blouse, a red pullover blouse and a thin black sweater. All that remained were the thigh high boots and what looked like a child’s diary.
Naia stripped down to her underwear and dropped back down on to her bed. As if driven by a force unknown, Naia slipped into the boots. A little snug around the toes, but otherwise the leather hugged Naia’s legs like they were made just for her. Naia couldn’t help but stare at her legs like they were a new, strange creature she had never seen. And she couldn’t help but wonder about the woman who wore them.

With the diary in hand, Naia scooted back on the bed until her back rested against the wall; only a thin pillow to protect her skin against the rough, exposed brick. She turned on the small lamp that sat on the floor and worked the clasped open on the small book.

At the beginning, the diary was filled with girlish hopes and dreams. Pretty dresses. Parties. A puppy. As a teenager, Tillie dreamed of becoming a singer. Loved. Adored. Famous. Soon after that the entries turned dark. Names of men. What they made her do. What they paid her. How they hurt her. The last entries were nothing more than incomprehensible ramblings and unreadable scrawls.

Naia didn’t realize she was crying until her salty tears fell on the last page. She looked around the place she called home and her stomach turned. Her life could be reduced to a cardboard box carelessly thrown onto a trash can. With gentle hands, Naia carefully removed the boots as if they were fragile and costly and returned them to the box. Each piece of clothing, neatly folded, was returned to the box. Last, the diary was laid on top with respect, as though Naia was placing flowers upon Tillie’s grave.

Staring down at the carton that now rested beside her dresser, Naia was determined not to meet the same fate. For the first time in her life, Naia wanted to fight for something. She was ready to fight for a new and better life.
Naia no longer wanted to just exist. She wanted to live.

– THE END –

Sizes: Maitreya, Legacy [F], Freya, Hourglass, Reborn
HUD: 10 Colors & 10 Metals (hide option for the upper leather parts and you can color upper and lower part separately)
Event Location: The Warehouse Sale

Wicca’s Originals @ NEO Japan // March 2022

Wicca’s Originals @ NEO Japan // March 26th – April 23rd

The lights outside Pyper’s window were bright, almost too bright, They glared throughout the city, illuminated every building as far as the eye could see. Yet beyond, there was only darkness.

Such is the way of space. Light and dark battling for dominance. A station floating among the stars as a refuge: a beacon for intergalactic travelers from the cold darkness of space. To Pyper, it was simply home.

Pyper held the notable distinction of being the first human born on this station, thanks to the fact that her parents were among the first to build this new colony. As word spread, other species arrived, as well as human explorers and settlers.

That was over 50 years ago, based on the Earth calender and the only home Pyper ever knew. When she came into adulthood, Pyper could have boarded a ship and traveled throughout known space or explored beyond. She was well educated, thanks to her parents and highly skilled in engineering, physics and biochemistry. Instead, Pyper chose to remain and follow in the family business. Her parents worked hard all their lives, sometimes at great risk to their own safety and sanity, to see this dream realized. A neutral platform where races across the galaxy could meet and work together.

Dressed in a synthetic, leather-like jumpsuit that stored body heat and reduced the need for room-by-room heating units, Pyper finished dressing as she continued to stare out the windows. While all her wardrobe was standard for the residents, Pyper did indulge in one luxury – her boots.

While they were constructed by the same materials as her clothing, Pyper had them custom made to include platformed wedge to the sole that not only elevated her height, but gave her a feeling of personal power. Her mother once referred to them as ‘ass kicking heels’. Whatever they were called back on Earth, Pyper wore them with more than a bit of attitude.

Seeing time grew short, Pyper gathered the last of her things and left her quarters. The tram system platform that transported residents everywhere in the city was across from her building.

Within minutes Pyper arrived at work. She had taken over for her father after his death at 173 Earth years. Why is it the good die so young?

The doors opened automatically as Pyper approached so she never had to break her stride. Confident, brilliant, fierce, fair-minded – all adjectives used to describe Pyper Inshan when she assumed her father’s duties.

“Good morning, Ambassador Inshan,” Pyper’s aide greeted her with respectful bow, “The Kherillion delegation awaits you in the Great Hall.“

Sizes: Maitreya, Legacy[F], Hourglass, Freya, Reborn
HUD: 10 Colors & Metals each
Event Location: NEO Japan // March 2022

Wicca’s Originals @ Engie Room // March 2022

Wicca’s Originals @ Engine Room // March 20th – April 20th

What To Wear? What To Wear?

It’s another bright, new day in Hornet City. Well, maybe bright, if it weren’t for the heavy layer of smog that hung over the city like a shroud. Decade after decade of mechanisms spewing caustic smoke into the air and everything is permanently marked with soot and smut.

Despite all the pollution, life goes on. After a decontamination shower, since water is affordable only by the uber wealthy, I stand on the reclaimator. Natural resources are long gone, so reclaimators were created to recycle and reuse old items.

What shall I wear today?

Hair – bright red with a black streak, pulled into a ponytail.
Eyes – metallic gold with extended vision capabilities.
Outfit – typical black jumpsuit of the worker class.
Footwear – typical black boots of the worker class.

Ah, but what is this? Something new on the menu! It must be the bonus I was promised for exceeding my monthly production quota. An upgrade!

As instructed, I insert my hands deep into the open slots in the wall. Suddenly my arms are engulfed in a steel cage and I am unable to move away. The sharp pain lasts only seconds, but it is enough to make me dizzy.

I do not know how long I am trapped in the reclaimator’s unrelenting grip when the machine finally beeps three times and releases its hold.

Trembling, I pull my arms free and find my hands and forearms gone and replaced by mechanicals. Cables, pistons and gears move with precision as I flex long, metal fingers. Only my palms are covered by wrapped leather pieces.

The caps on my fingertips appear hinged and an odd button is on the inside of both wrists. When pressed, the fingertip caps flip back and long, sharp metal claws extend out of my fingers another two inches.

My eyes gleam with excitement as I admire my new upgrade.

“Wicked.”

Sizes: Maitreya, Legacy[F], Legacy[M], Jake, Gianni

HUD: 10 Colors & Metals (plus a hide/show version for the claws with fingertip open or closed)

Event Location: Engine Room // March 2022

Wicca’s Originals @ Men Only // October 2021

Wicca’s Originals @ Men Only // October 20th – November 15th

Tonight, the last one will die.

As Ivar dressed, he looked at the bloody axe on the table. There were four of them that fateful night. Four who turned his life into a living hell. All his life, Ivar kept his head down, worked hard and never even swatted a fly. His only crime was to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

They were the golden boys of their high school; star athletes loved by the community. Ivar was a nobody with a drunk whore of a mother and whose father was anyone’s guess.
High from winning the State Championship, cocaine and cheap liquor, the fabulous four, out for a joyride, came across Ivar walking home from work late that night. He was stripped naked, tied to a tree and doused with alcohol. The golden boys took turns flicking lit matches at his head.

They laughed as Ivar begged them to stop. They laughed as tears ran down Ivar’s face. They laughed until one match ignited the alcohol. Then they stopped laughing. They ran to their car as Ivar screamed in agony as the flames burned his flesh. They never looked back at the destruction they wrought.

Ivar survived. Horribly scared. In constant pain. But he survived.

It has taken years to get revenge. As his recovery dragged on, Ivar’s anger and hatred grew. He planned and tracked the lives of his four tormentors. Their lives went on; Ivar’s did not. Until six months ago. One by one, Ivar hunt them down. He made each one beg. He made each one cry. He made each one scream in pain. Then each one died. Only one was left. He’s gone into hiding, but Ivar tracked him down.
Tonight, the last one will die.

Sizes: Maitreya, Legacy[M], Gianni and Belleza Jake
HUD: 10 Colors & 10 Metals
Event Location: Men Only

Wicca’s Originals @ Necrotize // October 2021

Wicca’s Originals @ Necrotize // October 20th – November 20th

Introducing the Deacon Arms, by Wicca’s Originals.

There are disturbing rumors about the process for augmenting into this ghoulish set of sleeves, and speculation that it has been known to change people.

First, your arms are cast in a silicone-based substance for a skin-tight fit. Once that has been done, the hooked spines themselves are inserted one at a time, with a numbing anesthetic inserted through both sleeve and flesh.

Lastly, the long, claw-like nails are secured to the fingers. After the anesthetic agents wear off, the constant aching pain felt by the wearer is said to cause some to go mad, and succumb to a primal need to hunt and inflict pain on others. But all of this could just be urban legend; maybe it’s just a sleeve that can be worn to accessorize a darker style after all.

Are you brave enough to find out?

The Deacon Arms come in 10 sleeve colors and have 10 metal color options, as well as the ability to hide individual rows of spikes.

They are fitted for Maitreya, Legacy (Female & Male), and Gianni bodies.

Event Location: Necrotize 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.