Wicca’ Originals @ Midnight Order // January 2024

Wicca’s Originals @ Midnight Order // January 20th – February 20th

Item: Narvai Boots
Sizes: Maitreya[Lara/LaraX], Reborn, Legacy[F], Legacy[M], Jake, Gianni
HUD: 10 Colors & Metals

Event Location: Midnight Order

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 @ 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 @ 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 @ Mainframe // January 2022

Wicca’s Originals @ Mainframe // January 20th – February 13th

A Place to Hide

The darkness was broken only by the torch I carried, casting eerie shadows in the cave that is my last hope. A hiding place no one can ever find. My boots shuffle along the uneven and rocky floor of the cavern hidden deep underground a long lost and forgotten city.
No one has been here in hundreds of years and I pray no one will ever return. It’s the only place where I can keep it safe. If anyone gets their hands on the contents of the box in my backpack, all is lost.
It’s been discovered before, many times, because I was careless in my diligence and lax in my guardianship. And each instance was a cataclysmic disaster. I cannot allow it happen again.
It can’t be destroyed – God knows I have tried. No one else can bare the burden – the responsibility is mine and mine alone. Hiding it from the world was my last resort.
The slightest sound roars in my ears like a freight train barreling down on me. The drip, drip, drip of water. The crackling of the meager flame guiding my way. A tiny pebble kicked by the toe of my boot.
I’m close. I can sense I am near the edge of the endless abyss that is my only salvation. Trembling with fear, excitement, anticipation – I don’t know my own emotions anymore. I just know the end is near.
With the torch wedged into a crack on the ground, I drop to my knees and let the backpack slide down beside me. The box tumbles out as if it has a life of its own. It DOES have a life of its own.

I clutch at the key hanging around my neck. It is calling to me to unlock the box. I need to fight its siren call, but I have to see it once last time. The lid opens slowly and there it lies – the bane of my existence. My heart.
Its steady beat is hypnotic as it seduces me with talk of love and happiness. But those things don’t exist. They are only illusions and when reality rears its ugly head, the pain is unbearable.
I slammed the lid closed and the snap of the lock sends a cold chill through my veins. Before it has a chance to change my mind, I shove the box over the edge and into the dark abyss, a bottomless pit where nothing can return.
For long moments I wait, expecting the hear the box crash upon the rocks below. There is no sound. There is just … nothing; Torch in hand I rise and walk away, free of my burden at last. Free from the pain of feelings.
No one can hurt me again. Especially my own heart.

HUD: 10 Colors + 10 Metals each pack
Sizes: Maitreya, Legacy[F], Freya, Slink[F] (Hourglass+Physique)
2 Versions available – 1 Leather & 1 Latex pack // or fatpack with both too

Event Location: Mainframe // January 2022

Wicca’s Originals @ Kinky // December 2021

Wicca’s Originals @ Kinky // December 28th – January 23rd

The metal heels of her boots clicked loudly as Ivy walked the long length of the runway. She always liked to walk it prior to a show when the room was quiet and empty.

This was a holy place to Ivy. The long path where she could strut with an attitude that few true professionals possessed. Ivy had a natural grace that drew the eye of everyone in the audience. It wasn’t vanity, but fact. It’s why she earned the big money.

However, for Ivy, it wasn’t about fame or money or ego. It was a sense of belonging. The runway was her home: her emotional and spiritual center.

At the end, Ivy took a slow, languid spin before she closed her eyes. She could feel the energy already, even when she was alone. Her body vibrated with excitement. In a few short hours the room would be filled to capacity and Ivy’s entrance was highly anticipated.

When showtime arrived, Ivy was dressed for success. Hair and make-up was perfect as always and she wore her favorite boots for good luck. The music swelled and Ivy threw the curtains wide as she made her entrance. The applause was deafening as Ivy made her way down the lit runway.

At the end she made a graceful leap and wrapped an arm and a leg around the metal pole securely bolted to the floor and ceiling. The crowd roared and the boisterous shouts and whistles guaranteed her big tips.

She was English Ivy, the best pole dancer in Philly.

Sizes: Maitreya, Legacy [F], Hourglass, Freya
HUD: 10 Colors & 10 Metals

Event Location: Kinky // December 2021

Wicca’s Originals @ The Warehouse Sale // August 2021

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

The Valia Necklace, by Wicca’s Originals, is more than meets the eye.

On the surface level, it is a necklace with a charm in the fashion of a miniature coffin, sporting pointed cross engraced on its surface and decorated with curled embellishments.

However, rumors suggest there is much more weight to the Valia Necklace than the metal of that large charm. In the more esoteric circles, some say that this necklace serves a much deeper function; that it is able to capture and hold someone’s very soul. Whether it is given freely or stolen, whether the soul’s owner is still living or dead, the wearer carries their essence and holds considerable power over them. It is perhaps due to the weight of this burden that many choose to wear the second chain, worn not around the neck, but pierced into the flesh itself for more permanent safekeeping.

Whether this rumor is true or not, it is an elegant, if unsettling piece of jewelry which you simply must add to your collection.

Comes in 10 different metal color options, and is rigged for Maitreya (Lara, Petite, Flat), Legacy (Original, Perky), Signature Gianni, and Legacy (M) bodies, as well as an unrigged version to fit on anyone else.

Event Location: The Warehouse Sale // August 2021

Wicca’s Originals @ ACCESS // November 2020

Wicca’s Originals @ ACCESS // November 12th – December 8th

The new Miriam Boots by Wicca’s Originals bring a fresh take on footwear. The most prominent feature is the blocky, thick platform and heel which features some unique embellishments. The holes drilled through them not only makes the boots weigh less, but also could be tied or chained together to hobble the wearer for fun. The metal bracings on the platform and the heel complement the rings of those gaps and are matched by bracings on the toe and shin. The metal addition gives it a soft ‘punk’ aesthetic, but what really gives these boots some edge is the faux tearing in them. The seeming ripped material reveals a smooth, flexible polyfiber mesh underneath, and on the other side conceals the zipper line in a flattering manner. The boot material and metal embellishments come in 10 colors, for Maitreya, Legacy, Freya, Hourglass and Physique feet.

Event Location: ACCESS Event

Wicca’s Originals @ ACCESS // July 2020

Wicca’s Originals @ ACCESS // 12th July – 8th August

Wicca’s Originals has put together another fine set of footwear. The Prudence Booties offer a platform with a high-arch supported by a thick, tiered heel. From that starting point, the booties sport a bold punk flavor, with a spiked ‘collar’ wrapped around the top of the foot. A trifecta of chains decorate the ankle, the foot, and the platform itself, shaking to announce every step. They show that the wearer is no stranger to a bit of pain, and might be too wild a spirit to tame. Coming in 10 colors, they’re the perfect accessory to match with punk styling or fetishwear. Prudence are made for Maitreya, Legacy, Freya & Slink (Hourglass & Physique)

Event Location: ACCESS Event