#leaf vines seamless pattern

[melronworlds-blog]

Leaf vines seamless repeating pattern

[murfeelee]

Simblreen 2019 File Dump!

My favorite time of the year! I decided to upload my Simblreen gifts for y’all a week-ish early, cuz Halloween is everyday in my neck of the woods!

Included are DL folders with the CC split into different zips:

Chevron Pattern (seamless): 1 pattern

Foodstuffs: 3 items

LN EP T-shirts for AM: 1 shirt

Pets EP Miniset: 2 ACCs for big dogs

Plants Decor: 6 items

Rugs: 3 items

Wall Art & Signs: 6 items

Witch Hats Miniset: 3 unisex ACCs

Download folders: SimFileShare | Mediafire

Happy Halloween!

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Descriptions & pics under the cut for length:

Chevron Pattern

Seamless, found under Geometric. Made with TSRW not CAP.

Foodstuffs

The Stackable Plate is the same as the one I uploaded here, just with TS2 to TS3 textures, and more slots. Found under Misc Decor/Surfaces I think.

The TS2 to TS3 Witches Cup is kinda high poly, so use with moderation. The original was crazy high, so I had to use far less witches. The drink inside has different color variations, the rest is fully recolorable. Found under Misc Decor.

The Maple Leaf as WA EP Edible Morsel REQUIRES WORLD ADVENTURES (I think? I used the script.)

Comes in 3 non-recolorable variations. Found under Misc Appliances. Sorry I forgot to take better pics of my sims eating them. U_U (That pine cone plate is Sandy’s, and is not included!)

LN EP T-shirts for AM

REQUIRES THE LATE NIGHT EP. Recolorable, for Y/A - AM men, Everyday - Outerwear. Comes in several variations, to match the female version made by ForeverSimmers here.

Pets EP Miniset

I saw this TS4 Candy Bucket ACC and NEEDED it. Comes in recolorable variations with/without the jack-o-lantern face and candy textures.

The Bat Collar ACC is thanks to @mspoodle1‘s adorable version for cats, which I resized for big dogs.<3 <3

The thing that sucks is that you can’t layer both ACCs with Master Controller without the textures bleeding over each other cuz of the wretched UV Map. :(

Plants Decor

Here’s edits to old CC -- some VERY old. I made my old EA Column Ivy here fully recolorable. Also, I took the vines from the GEN EP trellis arbor I edited here, and made the EA Arbor Vines separate & fully recolorable.

I edited EA’s 3 Pumpkins here to have each one be recolorable. I added fall colors to the leaves on the potted version, and made a separate version unpotted.

I fixed Ladesire’s Flock of Crows, to add a phong alpha shader for the transparency textures to show up correctly; and I made them recolorable. Forgot to take pics, but you can kinda see where I used them here -- yes, it took me this long to share them.

I saw these TS2/4 to TS3 Wreaths and wanted them. Found under wall art. Non-recolorable.

TS4 to TS3 Wall Art & Signs

The Chalkboard & Happy Fall Sign are from the same converter as the Wreaths above. Both Signs are fully recolorable, and found under Lawn Ornaments.

The Halloween Wall Decals I ripped from this decor Fridge, LOL. XD Non-recolorable.

The Fireplace Garlands and Wall Garlands have recolorable variations -- I added the leafy versions but the batty version’s from here.  

TS4 to TS3 Rugs

The Autumn and Gold rugs are cuz I desperately needed some 3x3 seasonal rugs and couldn’t for the life of me find any. So here’s a butt-ton from here & here.

This next rug is actually a Floor Light, based on @deniisu-sims​‘ Realm of Magic Rug conversion here, to add the glowing component. Just plop this one down on top of the regular rug, and it’s a perfect fit! Recolorable.

TS4 to TS3 Witch Hats Miniset

I took these & these TS4 Hats and mushed them together. Unisex, recolorable, hat slider compatible. Everyday - Outerwear. Found under Earrings I think.

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And that’s that! Enjoy!

Download folders: SimFileShare | Mediafire

Happy Halloween!

[psychoems]

Birthday Gift: 2020

These woods feel all too familiar. The pull of the trees, the density. All of the emotions that come with the temptation of shadows. I sense them all with seamless similarity. However, The bark of these tall pines is much thicker than on the ones I am used to. And the leaves of these sycamore hold more weight as if they hold more knowledge. I fear watchful eyes upon me Of the creatures who have named this sacred place their home And in the distance, I hear the feint whisper of a river whistling along with the wind through the endless branches. Somehow, this manages to restrain my nerve. My decision to follow leads me to a roaring creek. Peeking to my left, I imagine what might have instigated such tremendous rapids, What was the incentive to push on? I am met without answer. Left to ponder the true catalyst of momentum Yet unwilling to explore the path, considering that that particular ground might not be meant for my boots. I turn once more to the river and allow it to command my attention. I follow the motions of each short breaking wave the currents create. My eyes fall on a small pile of rocks. As I asses my surroundings, I begin to determine rock formations Designing some sort of trail to follow. So I do. These small rocks growing larger as I follow them close to the creek, My sight never leaving their pattern. Until one breaks that pattern. Crashing upon one larger stone. A grave rather. The name of which cracked and worn out, But I investigate more closely. To discover the name of one “young will” not-so noticeably etched into marble. The lack of grass surrounding him leaves me to feel uneasy yet again. I do not recognize the destruction that must have happened here. Trees bend more wildly than would seem possible Cold chills still winding their way around them And any sign of beauty smoked away by shade. Certainly a variation from my own personal woods. My focus returns to young will. The possibilities. To deserve an ill-treated headstone such as this one. Behind which sits a mighty tree. The only green life that seems to be around. One weeping willow I notice for the first time even as it guards over this mans soul. Its long lingering leaves lean off of strengthened branches. Protecting. The marked grave rings in my ears almost pleading with me to feel. Placing my hand on it, My palm is met with a dry coldness. I take a moment to respect him beneath me. Just one moment as something catches my glance. An owl, in clear daylight, Joins me in mourning the lost memories of he who walked this path previously.  The owls unnerving stare serves as a warning. It is time to move on.

I continue down the stream. Following its growing force. More rocks, greater in size. To the point where I must journey atop No longer fitting around. My climb leads me to yet another willow. This ones roots growing out towards the water. One striving leafed beauty sits lopsided amongst the rocks and the rapids. As if striving for safety, but still yet to recognize the danger. Had it managed to form this way on its own? Acknowledging that I may appear deranged, I decide to gently cry out a “hello”. Though I did not expect a response, the tree sways a tad Though no wind presented the motive. I smile and continue on.

Dirt turns to thriving grass. Large rocks turn to even larger monoliths. I find my way over each as if invited to a challenge. The river I note now far below me. Its pounding rhythm still beating through my temples. Or is that my heartbeat? I ponder this a minute or two before I smell new air. Fresh air. I look up and see .... Everything. It appears to just be everything. Foliage and geography uncomprehendable. The vast expansion of earth. I feel as though I conquered a mountain with yet one more willow to greet me at the top. This one the largest of the three I have seen. This time, something written on its skin. A simple symbol carved into its bark. The number 3. I run my fingers over the number to find the ridges so deep it invokes a comforting feeling. A wooden chest solemnly stands at my feet, Appearing to be locked. I  try it anyway Hoping to learn more on the aura who owns this forest. However, I am deterred But by the coo of an owl. The same owl Captures my gaze. Although it regards me less firmly now Almost as if beckoning me to open the chest. And so l do. Finding it unlocked. Soon it will consume me, Eventually absorbing me into the soil that now covers my skin. Darkness offering an odd form of safety.

After a beat, I awake in more familiar territory. My flowers just a bit skewed from those of His. I wander my own path carved out well by these boots. Until a small new sprout attracts my eye. A young Willow. Now breaking through the richness of vines, Fresh roots bringing the same fresh smell I had taken breath of earlier. Even yet strong as the toughest Oak. I had not planted this, Or atleast I had not remembered. Could I have done this unaware? This beast of a sapling seemingly here for more than just a few days A feeling of calmness rushes over me as I take out my knife, I carefully carve the number 3 into its rough bark.