October is here, meaning that it's time for another Simblreen treat. Yes, the tabletop plant pot is functional and base game compatible. Check out Herbalist Clutter, Witching Hour, and this Vampire Coffin for more seasonal treats.
Download (always free on Patreon) / Support me
Here's what you get:
Tomes, 6 swatches, 90§
Potion/elixir stand, 6 swatches, 70§
Functional ceramic pot (for tabletop plants), 6 swatches, 60§
More info:
Base game compatible
New meshes, all LODs
Custom specular and normal maps
Custom catalog thumbnails, tagged swatches
You can search for “herbalist" or “myshunosun” in the buy catalog to quickly find these items.
Follow and support me: Tumblr / Patreon / Instagram / Bluesky / Creator code: myshunosun
I've been obsessing with fantasy/traditional setting c-dramas lately and had an urge to try and make a Chinese Courtyard Home while having some modern elements. Then I came across Felixandre's 'Fayun' CC set so I re-downloaded my Sims 4 and my other favorite CCs to use and bam, obsessed ✨
Just search 'Fayun Courtyard House' or my EA ID 'Alxtheidtio' on the gallery.
Don't forget to turn on the 'Include Custom Content' checkbox to find them!
The war has returned after 15 months of death and genocide. We have never rested. We are losing people every day, most of them children and women... The bombing is everywhere. Our children are afraid...The sound is frightening.😭
There is no food, no drink, no medicine, the crossing is closed and everything is expensive.
‼️We don't want to die. Please donate and help us so we can buy food and medicine for my mother and save ourselves from death. Just donate. 😭🙏😞🫂‼️
My name is Freya Knarr and I live near Chicago, IL. Because Gofundme does not allo… Freya Knarr needs your support for Help Wasim's family r
I have devastating news. I’m Musab Ahmed, and for no clear reason, GoFundMe disabled the contact that was responsible for receiving and transferring the funds from my campaign to me, starting April 21st, 2025. Even though I had raised 24% of my goal, I was unable to access any of the money I worked so hard to collect. We tried reaching out to them multiple times, but they haven’t responded, and now I’ve been forced to start over from scratch.
I’m not exaggerating when I say I nearly had a heart attack from the shock and stress — especially after all the hope and effort I poured into that campaign.
Here is the link to my new fundraiser. Please, if you can donate or even just share it, your support would mean the world to me. I urgently need the funds, as I still haven’t been able to undergo the second surgery for my shoulder, and things are getting harder by the day.
My name is Musab Hamouda, and my wife is Aya Abu Al-Qambaz. W… Mosab Hammouda needs your support for "Help Us Start a New Life After Our Hom
A tiny place where all the stories begin...
You, who opened your late grandfather's letter, received this overgrown lot
in the middle of the Valley. Your new home; an old, dilapidated farmhouse,
reminiscent of the cozy warmth you remember in your younger years.
It is now your duty to return this once cluttered hearth and the estate it resides in
to it's former magnificence-- or give it an even better story to tell; a memory to remember,
as you meet the various villagers residing in Stardew Valley.
Perhaps this will be the place of your happy-ever-after.
This is a texture mod for the farmhouse inspired by French Country style. For more information, you can click here.
It's summer now! Here's a preview/wip for the simple and seasonal vanilla overhaul kid designs I said I'll be doing ^^ There's a dark skin version and DSV optional file!
Please don't ignore me. We don't have food. Not even water. Don't let us look hungry. Hunger is not just the pain of an empty stomach, it is unbearable oppression and unbearable pain. The worst thing is for a child to see you advancing, and you have nothing to offer them. , My sister Mira cries bitterly. Don't let us die of hunger. We need food.😓❤️🩹
My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again.
And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness.
Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out
Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help:
🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity
🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources
🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
💛 If you can, please support our journey here:
My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t
If you can’t give, please consider sharing.
Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours
Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war.
But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you.
Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring.
We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.
I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.
My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.
I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.
This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.
If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.
My name is Nadin I’m a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza who are trying to hold on — to hope, to our families, to any piece
I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.
Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.
Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.
I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.
Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔
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My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people
There's a place beyond the furthest cloud...
A tiny place where all the stories begin...
You, who opened your late grandfather's letter, received this overgrown lot
in the middle of the Valley. Your new home; an old, dilapidated farmhouse,
reminiscent of the cozy warmth you remember in your younger years.
Among the various buildings it once accompanied was this rickety coop
that once housed various little friends you remember chasing, a barn filled
of noisy companions you orchestrate with to complete that one kids' song,
a towering silo with a pulley you remember playing in as princess with long
hair that's stuck in the tower-- though grandpa scolded you for it countlessly,
and this lone stable for the mighty steed you remember that your grandfather
used to take you around Stardew Valley.
Equipped with old memories full of nostalgia, maybe it's time to meet
new animal friends.
This is a texture mod featuring ranch buildings inspired by the French countryside. For more information, you can click here.