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

NEW Group Gift @ Wicca’s Originals

New Group Gift @ The Mainstore

Months have gone by since the ceremony that forever proclaimed me as The Great One’s Blood Doll, the Valia Necklace forever embedded into my chest declaring me His.

I sit at the dressing table brushing out my long hair, awaiting His nightly visit. I stare at my reflection and finger the necklace; awed at its beauty. Magically, matching earrings appear dangling from my lobes. When I drop my brush upon the table, a matching ring appears upon my finger.

“A gift, my pet,” The Great One murmurs as he pulls my hair over my shoulder and presses a sensuous kiss upon my neck.

I smile at His generosity as His fangs in deep.

Sizes:

Earrings: unisexunrigged // mod/copy/no trans

Rings: Maitreya, Legacy[F], Legacy[M], Gianni + unrigged

HUD: 10 Colors/Metals

(completes the “Valia Set“)

Location: Wicca’s Originals

 

NEW Group Gift @ Wicca’s Originals // Araneus Saga Chapter 3

New Group Gift @ The Mainstore

Araneus – Chapter 3
The day of the Coronation has arrived and Wicca stands in her bed chamber, staring blankly a the wall. Though dressed in her ceremonial gown, Wicca felt anything but regal. An hour away from the ceremony that would appoint Wicca Queen and the final piece of the Araneus was still missing. Without all three pieces – necklace, crown and earrings – Wicca cannot rule.
The earrings – the Balance of Justice – grants her the wisdom to treat all equally and without prejudice. Even with compassion and knowledge, what was a ruler without wisdom. Has she failed her people even before becoming their Queen?
A knock on her chamber door draws Wicca’s attention and she turns to see two filthy, haggard men being admitted into her chamber. Upon seeing their future Queen, each man drops to one knee and bows their head in homage. As Wicca draws near, she recognizes the pair as Royal Guard sent out to recover the last of the missing Araneus.
The men are caked from head to toe in muck and slime, their shoulders sag and their legs tremble from exhaustion. Had they even rested since ordered on their quest three days ago?
Fear grips Wicca as she approaches. She can only assume they failed in their quest and the last of the Araneus is forever lost. Only when Wicca stands before the men do the raise their weary heads to look her in the eye. With the last of their strength, each man lifts a arm and opens a clenched fist. There, on each of their palms, lies an Araneus earring.
Wicca drops to her knees before the exhausted guards, takes each of their outstretched hands in hers and presses them to her lips. The guards, embarrassed by their appearance, try to pull the filth-covered hands away, but Wicca refuses to relinquish her hold. It is not until her maids rush to her side does Wicca release the loyal guards.
In an attempt to escape capture, the last thief threw the earrings into a noxious bog when the guards were only yards behind and closing in quickly. Knowing the gravity of the situation, the guards discontinued their pursuit and searched the bog for days, without rest, until the earrings were recovered.
With the Araneus fully restored, Wicca can now be crowned Queen. She orders her maids to see the two guards bathed, fed and clothed before she is escorted to the Throne Room for her Coronation.
As each piece of the Araneus is placed on her, Wicca thinks of all the people within her Kingdom and vows to serve them until her dying day, with the same devotion they have shown her.
Long Live The Queen.
– The End –
Sizes: unisexunrigged // mod/copy/no trans
HUD: 10 Colors/Metals
(completes the “Araneus Set“)

Location: Wicca’s Originals

Wica’s Originals @ Second Life Halloween Shop & Hop // October 2021 // Araneus Saga Chapter 2

Wicca’s Originals @ SL Halloween Shop & Hop // October 1st – 31st

Araneus Saga – Chapter 2

The search continues for the Araneus, the symbol of Queen’s power among her people, stolen from the Great Chamber days before her Coronation.

Wicca paces the Throne Room, awaiting news of the remaining stolen pieces. The necklace – the Heart of People – was returned by two of her Royal Guards before it reached an enemy’s hands. Yet there were only two days remaining until her Coronation and without all three pieces of the Araneus, Wicca’s Kingdom would fall.

Soon, another team of guards return with a second thief, bound in irons and presented Wicca with a folded piece of rough cloth. She peeled back the layers until she reached the center. A sob of joy escaped her throat as tears ran down her cheeks. Inside was the headpiece – the Circle of Knowledge – imbuing her with the experiences of the generations rules that came before her.

Her joy was short lived as she looked down upon the shackled man kneeling on the floor, a small bag of moldy bread, withered vegetables and dried meat open at his side. The thief hung his head in shame as the guards explained how the man traded the Araneus crown for meager food stuffs.

The thief begged for mercy; not for himself, but for his wife and children, who even now were sick and starving in the burned out ruins of their cottage.

Moved by the thief’s impassioned plea, Wicca ordered the guards to escort the man’s family to the Palace where they could be cared for. while the thief, as penance for his crime, would work in the Palace until his debt was paid.

While the thief thankful Wicca for her benevolence, a great weight remained on her shoulders. One piece of the Araneus was still missing.

To be continued …

Sizes: unisexmod/copy/no trans
HUD: 10 Colors/Metals
(horizontal chains between the first to rows of chains can be hidden via a button on the HUD)
Free Halloween Gift available 😉

Event Location: SL Halloween Shop & Hop // October 2021

Transformation

Transformation

He left me for dead in the back alley of London’s most desolate area.
His attack was brutal, ruthless. His hands steady; his blade true. He left me nothing that resembled the fairer sex. His hatred for women knew no boundaries. And when he was finished, he wiped his hands clean as he stared down upon me with bland indifference – a frog dissected.
Time changed after he left. Minutes felt like days. Pain gave way to a coldness that numbed me to the world beyond. Voices, wagons, hawkers – all faded away until the silence screamed in my ears. I prayed for Death to find me.
<scrape, thump> <scrape, thump> <scrape, thump> <scrape, thump>
The sound grew out of the darkness. What did Death sound like?
A shadowy figure hovered over me before large, powerful hands yanked me from the ground and I was thrown across a shoulder as if I were nothing more than a burlap bag filled with potatoes.
<scrape, thump> <scrape, thump> <scrape, thump> <scrape, thump>
The jarring gait matched the eerie sound. That was the last sound I heard before Morpheus dragged into the abyss.
Oh, what fresh Hell is this? I awaken to the taste of rancid gruel forced into my mouth. Only one eye will open and that takes all my strength to perform. A wooden pushed passed my lips and I gagged on the noxious porridge until the whole of my stomach emptied onto my makeshift bed.
Clumsy hands attempted to clean up the mess, but only seemed to spread it around. An angry shout and the familiar sound of uneven footsteps retreating from my side brought me back to my present situation. The rough blanket was snatched away and a violent shiver wracked my body.. I strained to raise my head and with my one eye I saw my both swathed in dirty and blood-stained bandages.
A man stood beside the bed; poked and prodded me with the same dispassion as my attacker. Cold, probing eyes watched me over wired spectacles perched at the tip of his thin nose. White, wiry hair stood out in all directions and thickly pursed lips hide behind a grizzly beard. What must pass for a doctor’s coat covered a wrinkled and ill-kept suit that once must have belonged to a gentleman of considerable wealth.
The uneven footsteps again approached and I got my first good look at my rescuer. Had I been able to move, I would have recoiled in fear and disgust. Had a gargoyle from high upon the Cathedral precipice come to life, it would hold more appeal than the freak approaching me. Hunched backed and dragging a clubbed foot,. its grotesque features distorted into a mask of pure horror. Yet, its eyes reflected … pity. Not for its own circumstances, but for ME!
Suddenly, I realized the man in the doctor’s coat was speaking to me. He explained how his assistance, Igor (the pathetic creature now gently covering me with a clean blanket) found me and carried me to the doctor’s laboratory. My mind spun and I heard only bits and pieces as he inventoried my injuries. Over 300 stitches. Missing eye. Amputated hand. Leg muscles and tendons severed. Lucky to be alive. Permission for procedures.
All i remember was grimly nodding my head in consent. What did it matter what this man did to me. The midnight attacker took my life. Now this doctor, Dr. Frankenstein, said he could fix me. What does it matter. I died in that alley.
Days dragged into weeks. Weeks dragged into months. As soon as my wounds healed, Dr. Frankenstein began his experiments. What did it matter what I looked like. No man would ever look at with anything but disgust in his eyes. The midnight attacker took away everything that made me a woman.
I would have gone mad; I should have gone mad, had it not been for Igor. Beneath that monstrous face and body was a pure and generous heart. Each day Igor would bring me a gift; a trinket of some sort. A wilted flower. Half empty bottle of perfume. A torn lace handkerchief. Items discarded by their owners were treasures in the creature’s eye. And each gift he presented earned him pained and weary smile from me.
Winter was in full force when I woke on my stomach after what Dr. Frankenstein claimed was the final procedure. No sheet covered me, but what did I have to be modest about now. I pushed myself up and startled when movement caught in my peripheral vision. For the first time in the eternity in this hellhole, I was presented with a mirror. Not a small looking glass, but a large, three-sided standing mirror one might find at a couturier’s shop.
I did not wish to look, but it seemed as though the Fate’s compelled me forward. The ever present bandages were gone and my naked flesh was exposed for all to see. What I saw reflected made Igor’s ugliness look like a work of art.
Skin once soft as satin and milky white was now ashen and covered with long, jagged scars. Once full and bountiful breasts were gone and only to be replaced with raw, burnt tissue covering my chest. My face … my perfect face, that once turned heads of men and women alike, was mangled beyond recognition.

Only one crystal blue eye stared back. The other hollow socket was covered with a mechanical piece with wires embedded into my head. Though the eye was missing, my vision was sharper and more intense than humanly possible.

When I reached out to touch the mirror in disbelief, I saw a mechanical claw resembling the talons of a bird of prey. I slashed out at my image and the razor-sharp tips left deep gouges on the mirrors surface. The other hand, while still flesh and blood, had similar claws embedded where fingernails once grew.
A sob escaped my lips when eyes traveled downward and I saw the devastation done to that most sacred of womanly places. Yes, the midnight attacker took great pleasure and care in that area. Nothing remained.
Farther down, the thigh of one leg and calf of another were replaced with metal rods and blood filled tubes and contained in some form of a clear, unbreakable casing. My head snapped up at a sudden movement from behind me. A pair of mighty wings spread out like an avenging angel sent from the heavens. Feathers black as night entwined with pistons and gears and glistening metal talons.
I did not hear Igor’s approach, but saw he stood beside the mirror. In his gnarled hands he carefully held the most beautiful gown I had ever seen in my life. A gown of such great wealth and quality a woman would sell her soul to possess it. His lips were twisted into what had to be a smile as he held out the gown to me as a gift.
But I am no longer a woman. I am no longer human. A shrill and blood-curdling screech tore from my throat as I snatched the dress from Igor and with a strength I did not know I possessed, ripped the gown to shreds. Soul sick and broken, I fall to my knees among the tattered remains of Igor’s gift and weep.
The passage of time again eluded me as I lay huddled on the floor before that mirror, the wings a protective encasement around me guarding me from harm. Only a pitiful, woeful sound made me raise my head.
There, crouched on the floor before me was Igor, tears flowing down his face and a large bundle clutched to his chest. He dropped his burden in front of me and quickly scurried back on his hands and knees like a bug caught in a sudden light.

Again, Igor brought me clothing, but this time far different from the Lady’s gown. This offering contained men’s trousers and jacket made from fine leather and boots to match. Seems when Igor stole, he stole only the highest quality goods.

The pants were snug and fit me like a second skin. The jacket, too, fit me perfectly and was even tailored to allow for the wings now permanently affixed to my back. The tall, thick boots provided warmth and protection.
And it seems Igor was not willing to allow me to forget I was once a woman, for he included a short velvet cape elaborately embroidered with gold thread.
I pulled what was left of my unevenly cut hair together into a bun and turned to the mirror for the last time. Anne was gone forever. Only this creature, the Dark Angel of Harper’s Ferry remained. And she was ready to hunt.
Beware, Jack the Ripper. I am coming for you!

I feel so gifted to be allowed to call Anne a close and dear friend. Today it was her coming to me when I was trying to run after all my duties. I didn’t say something, but she asked if all is fine. She does have that 6th sense I guess, that makes her feel, if I am just slightly sad, stressed or frustrated. Today she must have felt that I am a little stressed and he asked me if all would be ok. Basically everything was ok and I told her that Liam fine, but had to finish some pictures for a magazine, a blog post and the posting for the store – for that she as well wrote a wonderful story, just take a look at the previous post HERE – and today I wanted to reveal the first chapter of it (yes she made 3 chapters and they will come one after another *winks* ). Being such a sweetheart she always is, she asked me if she could help me. Since it was making pictures, I told her that I do not think I could ‘outsource’ any of my work. A little later I again thought about the amazing story she wrote me yesterday for my post and so I carefully asked her if she still would be in a writing mood. I really was a little shy as she already wrote all those amazing chapters for the store releases and that incredible amazing story for me yesterday. But she said she had the second half of her frozen custard, which made her so cuber awesome creative yesterday and she asked me what kind of story. I showed her my raw shots for the post and instead of asking when I need it or telling me she would not have time, she just asked “Did you have anything in mind while styling this?” That was the moment where I just could have hugged her super tight again. I told her about the basic idea I had for the pictures and she started writing. Again she saved my ass! I adore her creativity, her skills for making all those stories for me and as well for our store releases – Anne you are such sweet little diamond, thank you so much… again ♥

Clothing

Top: AsteroidBox – “Tempus Shirt” (Maitreya Petite) – NEW @ Engine Room // September 2021

Pants: AsteroidBox – “Elise Leggings” (Maitreya)

Shoes: AsteroidBox – “Elise Boots” (Maitreya)

Accessories

Hair Accessory: ::Static:: – “Chrono Hairpin {Cluster}” – NEW @ Engine Room // September 2021

Glasses: [KROVA] – “Vitzili’s Lens 1 L” – NEW @ Engine Room // September 2021

Earrings: .:E.A.Studio:. – “Mads” (for Lel. EvoX Human Ears)

Ear Accessory: L’Emporio&PL – “Vulnus” (for Lel. EvoX Human Ears)

Nose Piercing: Wicca’s Originals – “Jadeon” (unriged)

Wings: {Aii & Ego} – “Starfire Angel Wings” – NEW @ Engine Room // September 2021

Finger Accessory: L’Emporio&PL – “Essentia” (Maitreya, Bento)

Nails: L’Emporio&PL – “Scripta Manent – Classic” (Maitreya, Bento)

Belt Accessory: kosmii – “Bedelia Chatelaine” – NEW @ Engine Room // September 2021

Hair & Makeup

Hair: KMH – “Hair F175” (unrigged) – NEW @ Engine Room // September 2021

Face Art:  Nefekalum Tattoos – “Hunger #01” (Lel. EvoX BoM, Materials)

Lipstick 1: [Cubic Cherry] – “{Tenuous} Lipstick” (Lel. EvoX HD Applier)

Lipstick 2: Mad’ – “Daemon Lips” (Lel. EvoX BoM)

Head, Body & Tattoo

Head: LeLUTKA – “EvoX Avalon 3.0”

Body: Maitreya – “Lara V5.3” + “Lara Add-On Petite 1.1”

Poses, Props & Tools

Backdrop: VARONIS – “Dayport Backdrop Scene”

Pose 1: Poseidon – “Valkyrie 6rev” (Bento)

Pose 2: Poseidon – “Heroes – Flight 4” (Bento)

Pose 3: Poseidon – “Flight 15” (Bento)

Model, Stylist & Photographer

Wicca Merlin

Wicca’s Originals @ Kinky // September 2021 // Araneus Saga Chaper 1

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

Araneus Saga – Chapter 1

Three days before her Coronation, Wicca stands in the Great Chamber with a heavy heart. She stares at the shattered remains of the case that once contained the Araneus, the three symbols of leadership which she must accept in a formal ceremony before she can reign as Queen. Without the Araneus, Wicca’s Kingdom may be lost forever.

The Royal Guard informed Wicca that three rebels each took one piece of the Araneus and fled the Kingdom in three different directions. However, the rebels were not clever at hiding their tracks and the guards discovered the location of all three pieces. Wicca ordered three pairs of guards, all dressed as commoners, to follow the path of the thieves and recover the Araneus.

Hours later, one of the thieves lie dead at Wicca’s feet. He took his own life rather than risk capture and torture at the hand of the Royal Guard. The necklace – the Heart of People – granting her the right to rule the kingdom, was en route to a neighboring Kingdom with an eye on Wicca’s throne. Had the thief been successful, her peaceful kingdom would be at the mercy of a tyrannical Warlord.

The return of the necklace was not enough. Until the remaining two pieces of the Araneus were returned, no one was safe.

To be continued …

 Sizes: Maitreya (Lara, Petite, Flat), Legacy [F] (Classic & Perky)
HUD: 10 Collors & Metals
(can be worn as collar or necklace only/single as well – hide buttons on the HUD // one spider runs down in the back on the spine as well)

Event Location: Kinky // Spetember 2021

 

Tickets to a Concert for Aliens?

TUNES

I heard you never graduated from high school
The food sucked and the kids were awful
I know you wanted me to go to law school
I dyed my hair, pierced my nostril
I know I’ve done this before, but it’s a mind eraser
I’m waking up on the floor, I got to get my life back later
[- Machine Gun Kelly  -]
Clothing

Top: [CX] – “Mucronate Top – Leather” (Maitreya)

Accessories

Hairpin: [CX] – “Swaying Lotus (Silver)” – (unrigged) – NEW @ Hawthorne Legacy Event // September 2021

Glasses: [CX] – “Farseer Glasses – Silver”

Ear Attachments: .:E.A.Studio:. – “Inazuma Plug Female Human LINK” (for Lel. EvoX) – NEW @ NEO Japan // September 2021

Piercing: Wicca’s Originals – “Jadeon Piercing”

Septum: -[TWC]- – “Thirst Septum -Silver-“

Collar: [CX] – “Sinister Summer Collar – Onyx/Silver” (unrigged, Gacha)

Gloves: L’Emporio – “::*Fingerless Gloves*::” (Maitreya, Bento)

Finger Bandages: L’Emporio – “::*Kick It*::” (Maitreya, Bento)

Hair & Makeup

Hair: adoness – “beanie”

Face Art:  Nefekalum Tattoos – “Hunger #01” (Lel. EvoX BoM, Materials)

Lipstick 1: [Cubic Cherry] – “{Tenuous} Lipstick” (Lel. EvoX HD Applier)

Lipstick 2: Mad’ – “Daemon Lips” (Lel. EvoX BoM)

Head, Body & Tattoo

Head: LeLUTKA – “EvoX Avalon 3.0”

Teeth: [CX] – “Strigoi’s Fangs – Silver Type.1 ( Size E / Wider )”

Body: Maitreya – “Lara V5.3”

Tattoo: .:Vegas:. – “Tattoo Moth ( Dark )” (Lel. EvoX BoM) – NEW @ // Uber September 2021

Poses,Props & Tools

Backdrop: Paparazzi – “Grungy Stairwell 3”

Lantern: [CX] – “Temple Lantern (Silver+Rezz)”

Cards: [CX] – “Ang Pao” (interactive item)

Model, Stylist & Photographer

Wicca Merlin

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

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

A shiver runs through her body; whether from nerves or the low temperature in the room, Talida isn’t certain. After all, she is only wearing a leather thong and thigh-high boots and nothing else. She sits on the floor on a fluffy rug you expect to find in a pre-teen girl’s bedroom. Arms crossed over her breasts to maintain some semblance of modesty while the photographer adjust the lighting.

This is her first modeling job and not what Talida thought the business was like. But after all, a girl has to pay the rent. Granted, the thong is nothing to write home about (which she won’t tell a soul), but the boots are another matter. The leather is butter smooth and the stitching is high quality.

She can’t help but be fascinated by the wealth of studs, grommets and rings that covered the boots. The moment the front zippers sealed her legs inside, Talida felt seduced by the the luxury.

Before long, Talida’s hands caressed the leather as she stretched one leg high in the air, her foot pointed toward the ceiling. She didn’t notice the soft jazz music playing in the background. She didn’t notice the clicking of the camera. She didn’t notice the photographer moving stealthily around her. All that mattered are the boots.

There was no doubt that Talida would soon be famous.

Sizes: Maitreya, Legacy (F), Hourglass, Freya
HUD: 10 Colors & 10 Metals
Pose from the Teaser picture INCLUDED!

Event Location: The Warehouse Sale // September 2021

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.