Wicca’s Originals @ Kinky // August 2022

 

Wicca’s Originals @ Kinky // August 28th – September 23rd

If the Laurien Top was already enough to bring out your more seductive and confident side, the Hotpants will only enhance it further.

Just like the Laurien Top, the Laurien Hotpants are equally as seductive.

Combine them together and finish the look, embodying Laurien’s essence of beauty and sensuality.

Sizes: Maitreya, Legacy[F], Reborn
HUD: 10 colors & Metals (+on/off button for panty)
Event Location: Kinky Event // August/September 2022

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

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 @ Mainstore // July 2022

The thump, thump, thump of the music reverberated through the nightclub. The dance floor was wall-to-wall hot, sweaty, nubile bodies. It was Friday night and the youth of the city was out to celebrate life and the weekend.

Surrounded by her posse – four fast friends since first grade – Teagan wanted nothing more from the night than to forget the troubles of the week. Wearing her go-to clubbing outfit – leather bra and skirt and kick ass boots – she let the music possess her body. Her only plan tonight when she walked through the nightclub doors was to dance and have fun with her friends.

Then it happened. Teagan felt the presence behind her. No one else existed in that moment; not even her dearest friends. There was no physical contact, no eye contact, no words spoken. She was being hunted and Teagan was the prey. Despite the heat in the crowded club, a chill ran through Teagan’s body.

Music continued to pound through speakers with the same pace and rhythm, but Teagan’s movements slowed, became more sensual. The wait was agonizing, but still she did not turn around. Fear and excitement fought for control over her emotions.

Time stopped when a body pressed against Teagan’s back. At first it was barely there; more like a fantasy or daydream. Not tentative, but a tease. It moved with her as Teagan continued her slow undulation to the music. It did not take control, but mirrored her everything minute move.

Teagan’s short brown hair cut was meant to help her stay cool in the torturous summer heat. It also bared her neck to the hot breath that caressed the exposed skin and raised goosebumps. A hand brushed against her ribs and slowly slid around to rest on Teagan’s bared midriff. With only the slightest pressure, the hand pulled her body back and firmly trapped her in place.

The deafening music drowned out Teagan’s moan when teeth nipped at her earlobe. Two bodies moved in perfect sync. Teagan’s eyes drifted closed and she let every sensation fill her, claim her. She did not hesitate or reject, but accepted what was offered.

In the past, Teagan dated nice guys and it was, well … nice. But always there was something missing. Something always out of reach. Something just not right. In this single moment, Teagan understand what that something was and the floodgates opened. Hot tears ran down Teagan’s face as a soft hand stroked her arm.

Let go, beautiful,” a lilting voice whispered in Teagan’s ear. “I won’t let you fall.”

As recognition dawned, Teagan turned her head and open her eyes to see Faith Bunin smiling at her. All blond, blue-eyed and gorgeous Faith Bunin, who, last month, was named most talented new Artist of the Year at the American Music Wards. Her first album went Platinum in six months and her second was due to be released soon with even higher expectations.
Teagan might just be a lowly receptionist at the record label, but she knew Faith Bunin would be a sensation from the moment she walked in the building. From that day on, Teagan was in awe. She always told herself it was the woman’s talent, or the amazing way she made everyone around her feel special or important. Was it more than that all along and Teagan just turned a blind eye?

No more words were needed. Teagan danced with Faith, comforted by the knowledge she was safe, she was accepted and she was free to openly be who she was.

Proud to be gay.

Sizes: Maitreya, Legacy[F], Reborn
HUD: 10 Colors & Metals
Location: Mainstore

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 @ 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 @ 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

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

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 @ 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