Friends, this is my first Sims 3 CC ever – a set of 8 big paintings with Arcadian and Greek Mythology themes, that I plan to use as frescoes in the houses of Oneiroi.
My illustrated story Oneiroi takes place in several countries around the Mediterranean in the 2nd century CE. The surviving frescoes of that period look understandably wrecked now – so this is my alternative to make them look “freshly painted” on the walls they shall decorate. The styles presented here differ considerably from the original art of that period, I know – but well, this is the art of Simprovisation.
Now here’s something that’s been sitting around for months: four recolors of the basegame heather flowers, only now they’re green so you can use them as bushes! Oh, and apparently you need a proper hex editor and can’t wing it with Notepad, lol.
+ Found in Build Mode Shrubs, as well as World Editor Landmarks. + They cost $10, can’t be stolen or repossessed, can be placed on slopes, and have an Environment score of 1. + Will not replace or conflict with any heather versions.
Exported and converted Qunari horns for males and females, should work for adults, elders, and teens as well as separate files for children and toddlers.
There may be some mild issues at the very base of the horns when seen from behind due to a lack of backfaces, but I find that most hairs will cover this enough for it not to be noticed.
Grand, elusive, yet benevolent beings who roam the Upper Planes. Most prefer to stay close to kin and be guides for good-aligned creatures visiting their plains. Possessing a gift of foretelling, in some halfling and elven cultures it’s believed if one happens to encounter one it will grant to you a warning for the following year before disappearing.
Naturally timid, celestial centaurs often do not show themselves to bolder beings such as humans. However, it does occur. The greatest chance a human has of meeting one is in the early evening of seasonal equinoxes and solstices; bringing gifts of scented waters and herbal cakes are encouraged. The last known telling of a human encounter was by an elderly woman hobbling into town on the night of a harvest moon festival. Observing that the woman was petrified, the being slowly approached and simply gently patted her head while fading away. Upon reaching town, the woman was in disbelief of her eyes…until realizing days later she no longer needed her old walking stick.