#The Seeds New Wardrobe Mod

[padme4000farcry]

John Seed - Cleansing 

with Benefit of Joseph too

[argetlam007]

I know I’m very late to the party but I experienced some problems with the Mod Installer (namely my Windows being a single language, etc.) and now thanks to ArmanIII, all mods work pretty well :’) And thanks to @padme4000farcry for this awesome mod  !

[living-in-headcanon]

Okay, I see lots of Sharky and John shirtless and this is fine but still: where is my shirtless mountain bastard???

[bankaizen]

I hope this isn't too rude to ask but: I had one of your fc5 gifsets on my dash (and gosh the quality is so crips and good. I love it!). And it was one with Joseph talking and I noticed that he had different clothing on. May I ask where you got the mod for that appearance? If you don't want to tell that is perfectly fine but I thought I'd ask. Have a nice day anyway! Thank you for your neat gifs!!

hi anon! thank you for asking and i want to assure you that it's never rude to ask someone which mods they're using

i want to say you're talking about the corduroy jacket he's wearing with the eden's gate emblem on the back, like in this set? (link)

that mod was made by @padme4000 and i'll link the nexus page for it at the bottom. also good to note that if you want to use this, you’ll also need to download the Resistance Mod Installer

she does some amazing work, not just for fc5 but other games as well. this mod also includes wardrobe for the other seed siblings

i hope this helps, and thank you! i'm glad you enjoy my gifs 💕

The Seeds New Wardrobe

[league-of-creators]

Blind Team Write Done!!

Our first team writing challenge has concluded, everybody! :D Please enjoy the results! And if you can come up with an ending that ties this patchwork narrative together or a theory that explains the logic behind it, you will get to choose which challenge this blog runs next!! Or request some art from mod zhuk if that’s more up your alley (i swear i draw better than i write!)

[There were no restrictions on the wordcount, character roster, genre ot plot. The author’s names are stated before their part of the story. The last sentence, which was all that the next participant saw, is bolded.]

mod zhuk’s part

“Ah, there’s my Polo T-shirt! Perfect, just what I need for the trip to the mall tomorrow. Christmas Sweater T-shirt... can go to the back of the wardrobe. Now, where could that T-shirt T-shirt be?..”

Izuku was hard at work unpacking as the sun set on the new UA dorms. It was weird having to move a second time this year after spending all of his life before now in the same old apartment, but a lot of things got weird since he’d entered the highly acclaimed hero academy. Well, less acclaimed nowadays, especially after what happened with the previous dorm building. A deafening noise had shaken the premises that day and as the first responders came running they found everything above 4th floor in 1-A’s right wing caved in.

The lack of casualties - it had happened during school hours - was in school’s favour in their fight with the media, so despite the still ongoing investigation and the general unrest they were allowed to fish their belongings out and move into an even more high-security facility on UA grounds. Within the same week, even! Izuku had a few theories about what happened of his own, and had been itching to do some sleuthing around the ruined building earlier, but after Mr. Aizawa’s particularly brutal training session and an evening spent dragging boxes he found that he wanted nothing more than to finish unpacking and call it a day. Detective work could wait.

But as he put the last T-shirt away, Izuku heard a weird noise outside his door.

@maebewejustexist ‘s part

Izuku frowned, listening for any other sound. Above the low thrum of his air conditioning, he heard what now sounded like a grunt. Slowly, carefully, he padded towards the door. His hand turned the doorknob open inch by inch, and he held his breath as he pushed it open all the way. When Izuku saw what sat outside it though, his fear turned into confusion.

“A lizard?” Izuku muttered to himself, staring into the golden eyes, set into a black sclera, of a strange creature.

@kuso-otaku‘s part (AO3 link)

The seeds of a wicked idea were planted in his mind. No, he couldn't do it. It was too risky. Kaminari's words rang in his head "You think too much, man. Just let yourself enjoy life for once," followed by All Might's "Heroes take chances, sometimes things go well, and sometimes they don't. What's important is that you were bold enough to take your chances." His heart pounded against his chest. Kacchan would kill him if he found out, but for once, he didn't care. What Kacchan said to Todoroki and Uraraka was plain mean even for his standards. Izuku would never forgive him for that. He went to the little creature, crouching down while a plan formed in his mind. He plucked a small piece of grass and started moving it left and right to distract the lizard while his other hand went for its tail. The plan worked without a hitch, and he placed the small thing in his sweatshirt's front pocket. Izuku's whole body started shaking, partially nervous, partially excited. He moved fast, using his quirk only to boost him to the dorm's doors. He pushed them open with one hand while the other securely held the lizard in his pocket. Surprisingly, he didn't meet anyone on his way to his destination. When he reached it, he stood in the hallway for a moment to check for anyone coming. Then, he placed his ear on the door to double check that the room was indeed empty. Thankfully, it was. Izuku's heart was beating in his throat. He opened the door and hesitantly made the first step in. Sweat beaded on his skin and trickled down his brow.

Was he actually doing this? Was he actually that stupid? He took more hesitant steps toward the bed. Glancing left and right, he carefully placed the creature under the blanket. Only then did panic hit him in the gut. Fully realizing what he was doing, Izuku sprang for the door not bothering to check for passersby. Luck was on his side; no one was in the hallway. He turned the corner, giddiness that he actually had the nerves to do it started to bubble in his chest. That's when he bumped into someone. "Midoriya? Your room isn’t on this floor." Aizawa sensei said. Panic spread in Izuku's chest like wildfire. "S-sensei, I-I just...I’ll g-go there now." Aizawa sensei narrowed his eyes at him, opened his mouth to say something then closed it and sighed. "Whatever," he mumbled. "G-goodnight, sensei." Izuku cried, voice high pitched as he made a run for it. A minute later, he was securely in his own room with the door locked behind him. Izuku paced his room, internally screaming all the while. He'd done it. He'd actually done it. He spent the next thirty minutes going back and forth between regretting his actions, being sure it would come back to bite him in the butt for sure, and being proud for having the nerves to pull it off. Finally, when his internal battle exhausted all his energy, he flopped on his bed, his eyes drooping. A minute might've passed or ten, but Kacchan's scream woke him up all the same.

@chocoobs‘ part

This was getting annoying.

He really needed to get some sleep; he had to be in top shape tomorrow. That bastard Dabi should have gagged the blond when he began his foreplay to the, uhm, „interview” with him. But, hey, that would have taken away the whole point of voluntary information exchange, right?

Izuku got up from the couch and went to his work station. “It should be somewhere arou—ah!”, he fished his earphones from the chaotic order of his desk, and he was about to turn when another shriek cut through the walls.

That was definitely not Kacchan’s.

Within a blink, he was already outside, running down the hallway, down the stairs, in front of the door to the—“Goddamn it, Dabi!” he hissed when the handle in his grip didn’t yield. Then there was another scream, and this time Izuku didn’t waste a moment to active his Quirk and break down the door.

When he stepped into the room, his partner was lying on the floor and Kacchan’s chin was dripping with blood.

@themessofthecentury‘s part (art/writing blog link)

His eyes widened, what the fuck the other boy gazed at his face and he felt the urge to hit him rise up in his bones. The room smelt metallic and he couldn’t tell if it was from blood or shock. The floor and ceiling looked the same, with the exception that his partner was laying there. Unmoving. So eerily still he could have been dead.

"What. The. Fuck."

@maebewejustexist ‘s part... again! Because we finished early

Izuku ran a hand through his hair, looking for the nearest solid thing for him to lean against. He pressed his hand against a wall, repeating, “What the fuck?”

“I mean, at least it isn't Bakugou,” Todoroki says with a half shrug.

The end~

[sometimesrosy]

Into Eden, chapt 2: Actually Some Sort of Princess

Into Eden

rosymamacita

Chapter 2 read on AO3

Bellamy was a mail-order bride. It was ridiculous and desperate. But he had no reason to stay on his dirt colony and this would get him to Eden.

Now he was married to this golden princess, Clarke Griffin. And she was so rich it made his head spin. He wanted to take advantage of it all. This money that was now technically his, of a sort, because it never had been fair the way the rich always got everything and people like him got nothing. So he could right? It would be fair.

But Clarke seemed sort of desperate herself. Clarke seemed sort of sad. Dammit if she weren't all sorts of earnest and honest and he kind of liked her.

“A state room,” Bellamy said. He stood in the middle of the spacious cabin on their luxury space liner, and spun slowly in a circle. There was a tiny chandelier like he’d seen in the history vids, fabric curtains on the portholes which actually looked out into space. They had a room where they could watch the stars. Actually watch the stars. Through an actual plas glass window. What kind of… a window. In a private room. And then to top it off, it was decorated with some sort of planet side pretension. With actual shimmery cloth curtains. And wood trim.

He dropped his duffel and went up to the window. There were the stars all right. To be honest, he was not impressed. He touched the trim and knocked on it. “That’s wood.” He looked back at Clarke Griffin.

Clarke Griffin-Blake. His WIFE.

She looked over. “Wow,” she said.

“Wood. Like from a tree. Inside of a space ship.” Nobody could afford to decorate their ships with wood unless they were ridiculously wealthy and had credits to burn.

She nodded like she had no idea what he was getting at.

He chuckled and looked back at the room. His stateroom for his trip to Eden colony where he would start his new life with his new wife, who’d ordered him from the black-market. He knew she must have had money to be able to afford all this, or connections or something, but he was not expecting this level of luxury. “You’re actually some sort of princess, aren’t you?”

She looked at him shocked, hurt almost, and for a minute, he felt bad.

“Lucky me. Marrying into royalty.” Marrying into. Being bought and paid for. Same difference, right?

She raised her chin slightly.

She really was privileged. He knew he should have expected it. “It must be nice to just, you know, throw some money around make things happen and get to enjoy a life like this.” He smirked at her as she glared, knowing even while he was doing it that he was provoking her and not really knowing why. Just that she was so pretty and golden and rich and he was leaving his dingy life behind and he felt totally out of his element. “So I guess, what I mean to say is thanks for the life of luxury, princess.” He flopped down on the couch with the brocade embroidery. Shit this place was high class. And put his boots up on the cushion because he was an ass.

She kicked his duffel, which he’d dropped in the middle of the room. “Stow that. We have to strap in for take off.”

He laughed. “What on a luxury liner like this? I thought that was just for the common folk. We’re royalty, aren’t we?”

“No.” Her voice was hard and flat. He’d pushed too far. He was an ass. “Stow it. Your cubby should be….” She walked over to the wall and pressed something. A door opened. “No, that’s my wardrobe. So yours is,” she stepped over. “Here.”

The door opened and inside it was full. He got up and looked inside. “This is a whole… how many clothes do I need? I’ve never owned this much clothing in my life.”

“This is just for the trip. We have to act the part of, well, wealthy colonists.”

“It’s an act, huh? I think it’s your real life.”

“No. It’s not. This is all there is. Don’t get used to it. I spent my whole fortune for this trip. To outfit the both of us. And to buy this claim off of someone who couldn’t use it. There’s nothing left.”

He blinked at her. “You spent all your credits on this. Why would you do that? And used the last of it for this fancy stateroom?”

She shook her head. “No. I used the last of it for you. For our marriage. So I could get accepted in the colony charter. The stateroom was part of what Diana Sydney sold me. I just had to change the boarding location and pay for your trip to Polis Station, and of course all the gear a man needed for the colony. So I spent the last of my inheritance on you.”

“Me?”

She nodded.

“I used your measurements from the agency—“

“Space Spouse Store,” he interrupted. His sister, Octavia, and he used to make fun of those desperate enough to sell themselves to the colonists for a better life. And now Octavia was gone and here he was one of the loser space spouses, married to the gorgeous, rich princess. He deserved the mockery.

“The marriage contractors,” she corrected, “to buy a wardrobe that would fit you. So unless you gained or lost weight, or lied, since filling those forms out, it should be all good. All this stuff here is to play your role for the ship events, the dinners, the meet and greets, the official survival workshops, with the other colonists.

“Survival workshops?”

“We’re all used to living on space stations and developed colonies. Eden’s a wilderness.”

“Maybe you all are used to living in luxury. I know what it’s like to work every day. I’ll do fine.”

She pressed her lips together. “Still. You need to pay attention. This is no joke.”

“Yeah, I got that, princess. Don’t worry. I’ll do what I need to.”

“I’m still a little nervous that we’ll be found out as a fake. We have to get our story down. How we met, what our tastes are.”

“Yeah, I knew the game when I signed up. I’ll play along.”

“Okay good. We’re not on Eden colony yet. They could send us back and keep all our gear. When we get to Eden colony, we’ll go straight out to our claim. Once on Eden soil, that’s it. We’re colonists. They can’t send us back. I got you a wardrobe for colony life, too. It’s in freight. They’ll deliver it along with our building mods and mechs and everything we’ll need.”

He ran his hand along the clothes that someone, what did they call them on a ship like this? A steward? had hung in this closet. “You got everything figured out.”

“Well, most of it was already planned by the person whose claim I bought. The rest? Why not spend my inheritance on giving us the best shot at a new life? My dad died for this. Maybe if he hadn’t died I wouldn’t have needed to leave the quadrant.” She looked away from him.

He wanted to call her a poor little rich girl, but she looked legitimately sad. He was taking it out on her because he was nervous and he knew it. He didn’t even know this woman, and he didn’t think she’d ever headed out to colonize a new planet, either. He wasn’t THAT much of an ass. He could feel empathy for the girl.

He chose this. It had felt like his last choice, but he definitely chose it. He could have stayed working in the factory on his dirt colony when his sister got married and ran off, but he didn’t want to. There was nothing for him there. Here at least he had an opportunity. He looked at Clarke and a seed of hope settled in his gut.

A siren broke into the peace and beauty of the stateroom. “All passengers, please proceed to flight seats.”

Bellamy felt his heart racing. This was it. No turning back now. As if he could have turned back before. He’d made his choice when he accepted Clarke Griffin’s proposal. And since meeting her, it might have felt more real, but it was still his choice.

He stowed his duffle and locked the door. Clarke gestured him over to the flight seats, which were cleverly disguised in the living area of the stateroom to look like entertainment loungers. As soon as they sat down, in fact, the vid screen went off and began playing soothing music and images of pastoral scenes. Their soon to be home, he assumed. Eden.

The nerves in his gut turned into anticipation. He looked over at Clarke as she fastened her harness. He really hadn’t been expecting her to be this pretty. In her pictures, she’d been very professional and buttoned up, clearly good looking, but this girl, frazzled and flushed with nerves, she was something different. And he was startled by his urge to ease her anxiety.

He clicked his harness in and a soothing green light went on over their stateroom door. They were all go for take off.

“Boy it’s lucky they got my shuttle fixed when they did, or I would have missed the whole flight.”

The look she shot him was nowhere near the response he’d expected from his half joke.

“That’s why you were so late? They were getting ready to close the doors on us.”

“Us?”

“Us. They weren’t letting me on without the family in the contract. Me and my husband. Both or neither.”

The engines in the luxury liner started humming. He could feel it through his bones. He’d barely had enough time to adjust to actually being on this ship before it was taking off. This was all happening so fast. He was leaving his old life on a dirt colony, the grind of working for the factories with no way to have a better life, not unless he got off. His sister had got off. And now he was following her. To freedom. The vid played images of a sweeping landscape with pink clouds and towering mountains. The vegetation a strange bluish green.

Almost freedom. He was still married to this woman. He slanted his eyes to look at her. A beautiful woman, to be sure. She dug her fingers into the arm of the seat, her eyes locked onto the vidscreen. She didn’t look particularly eager to get to Eden Colony. She looked like she was nervous, anxious. Like she wanted to be away. A thought occurred to him.

“If I had missed the flight, they wouldn’t have let you on either.”

She shook her head tightly.

“You would have been left on Polis Station.”

“Yes.”

“And they would have kept your claim and your supplies.”

“Yes.”

“But you spent your whole fortune on this claim and this trip and… me.”

She nodded slowly, still looking at the vid of Eden Colony. “I did.”

“I almost didn’t make it. Clarke. You almost lost everything.”

“But you did make it.”

“What were you going to do if I didn’t show up? If I’d been a scammer. Or my shuttle had just broken down like it almost did?”

She shrugged and the looked at him finally. Her blue eyes were open and vulnerable. She started to speak and then swallowed. “I guess we’re married, and you’ve got to play the game, so you should know. My ex girlfriend is the commander of Polis Station. It ended badly. She blamed me for some things that happened in her career. Her advisors informed my employers. My job ended badly. I was being evicted from my apartments so you could say that ended badly, too.” She laughed bitterly. He could see the sadness settled into her skin and he wished he could reach across and take her hand, just for human comfort, but she was too far away. She shrugged. “If you hadn’t shown up, I was going to call my mom on Alpha Station and let her bring me home like she’d been begging to do for the last two years.”

Bellamy blinked. Alpha Station. “Griffin.” He said. “As in Abby Griffin, the chancellor of Alpha Station.” She blinked back. “And Jake Griffin, the galactic engineer who was assassinated by Abby Griffin’s political rivals for exposing the plot to conceal a new power source that would enable interstellar travel at a price regular humans could afford. That Griffin.”

She didn’t nod. She just looked at him.

“Holy shit. My wife really is a princess.”

She pointed at the vid screen. “I won’t be a princess there. I’ll just be another colonist, getting away from my old life, trying to make a planet habitable to the human diaspora.”

He tried to turn and face her but the harness held him down. “But because of your father, regular people might actually be able to live on Eden, not just the rich people who get everything and always have. Holy shit. I’m the rich people now?”

“No. We’re not rich. It’s all gone. And money doesn’t mean anything on Eden Colony, anyway. It’s a barter economy.”

He wasn’t sure if she believed that or if she was naive. If she was a Griffin from Alpha Station, then she had to understand politics and economic and how the powerful got everything and the poor got nothing. And she had to understand that a government who confiscated the freight of colonists who didn’t pass the charter agreement was not exactly a colony that didn’t care about money. And he might have brought that up to her, but the engines roared to life and and the ship began moving and Polis Station, shrunk away. He could see it through the porthole, the ugly little station, it’s long, awkward shape looking almost like a tower from an ancient fairy tale, a flame burning away on the pinnacle, really just a signal beacon, beeping out, over and over again.

When the luxury liner was far enough from Polis Station and the nearby inhabited colonies and stations, it picked up speed, the g-forces pressing them into the harness of their flight seats. By the time they reached their cruising speed and the announcement came that they were free to walk about the ship again, Bellamy had too many questions to ask his wife, and he didn’t know where to start.

[padme4000farcry]

By popular demand Remove Clothes - Keep Thigh Holster is now part of the main files in The Seeds New Wardrobe Mod. 

[yourminecraftmods-blog]

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Juju’s ClothingCraft Mod for Minecarft 1.8.9/1.7.10

Are you tired of looking at the same teal and blue outfit on your Steve? Or maybe you found a great skin, but want to dress it up without sacrificing it to find a new outfit? Then this mod is for you. Juju’s ClothingCraft Mod 1.8.9/1.7.10 consists of a full wardrobe and accessories for all of your gaming needs.

Begin by collecting cotton in the overworld, then turn it into either cloth or seeds for farming more cotton. Mine halite ore to use in making multi-use bottles of dye. Create patterns for different clothing types such as sleepwear, casualwear, careerwear, beachwear, formalwear, and costumes. Make special tools to begin crafting: you will need a needle & thread, knitting needles, sewing scissors, a measuring tape, and a pin cushion. Simply place a pattern, fabric, tool, and other materials into the crafting grid to begin “sewing”. Now you will have a fancy new outfit to impress your friends.

Features:

2 new world gens including grow-able cotton plant and halite ore

10 new tools & weapons + (some accessories offer damage abilities)

21 patterns for crafting clothes

25 different bottles of dye

26 different fabrics

35 different accessories + 1 edible (a hot dog!)

146 different clothing pieces (shoes, hats, shirts, dresses, skirts, etc.)

Screenshots:

Crafting Recipes:

Requires:

Minecraft Forge

How to install Juju’s ClothingCraft Mod:

Make sure you have already installed Minecraft Forge.

Locate the minecraft application folder.

On windows open Run from the start menu, type %appdata%.minecraft and click Run.

On mac open finder, hold down ALT and click Go then Library in the top menu bar. Open the folder Application Support and look for Minecraft.

Place the mod you have just downloaded (.jar file) into the Mods folder.

When you launch Minecraft and click the mods button you should now see the mod is installed.

Juju’s ClothingCraft Mod Download Links:

For Minecraft 1.7.10: JujusClothingCraft_v1.1.1.jar – 79.9 MB

For Minecraft 1.8.9: Jujus-ClothingCraft-Mod-1.8.9.jar – 6.0 MB

[padme4000farcry]

Update to The Seeds New Wardrobe Mod. If you’d like to see John or any other NPC in parts from above, tell me the name and who you want it for.

I know some of the combo’s are random but the Pants and Tops are separate mods, I just combined them so I didn’t have too many screenshots. Names at bottom are for the pants. Names at top are for the tops.

Also made a Separate mod so you can hide his holster if you want. As you can see on some images above he has it on and on some he doesn’t

[padme4000farcry]

Torn shirts for those I’ve already ported for. So updates to the NPC’s New Wardrobe Mod and the Seed’s New Wardrobe Mod.

[padme4000farcry]

Another update to the Seeds New Wardrobe mod found here

Also option to remove John’s and Joseph’s Sunglasses in optional section of the mod

[padme4000farcry]

Chosen

[padme4000farcry]

Primal

[padme4000farcry]

[padme4000farcry]

@joseph-givemeyour-seed noticed who you liked under your header, and you asked for more screenshots in the tags so here they are :D

[padme4000farcry]

Sharky without his hat under the optional files on the NPC’s New Wardrobe Mod.

Can be used with any outfit swaps (currently making some now that I can fix his hoodie overriding the textures). Made separate for those that might want to keep them on.