I Love Thinking About How Me And Tom Will Visit The Library Of Alexandria When We Are Doing Our Time

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writes his little plans about achieving immortality with his unicorn glitter pen. i see you tom. i get you .

CLEAR BLOOM – ReShade for TS4 by amoebae

Clear Bloom was initially created to take advantage of my Full Bloom MultiLUT atlas, and to provide a clear and colourful, but soft, preset that looks good in all worlds.

Album of screenshots using Clear Bloom.

Since the release of Seasons, it is quite difficult to create stylised ReShade presets that look good at all times in all worlds in all weathers, because the lighting can vary so dramatically.

Clear Bloom is intended to be a hands-on preset. I have set up quite a few different effects that can be turned on or off in different locations to get the most out of just one preset. If you don’t like opening the ReShade GUI and turning effects on and off (or using the provided keybinds) this may not be for you.

A list of tips & tricks on how to use Clear Bloom is included in the download in a Read Me file. 

The most important thing to note is that there are 4 LUTs from the Full Bloom MultiLUT atlas that I have used in my screenshots and built the preset around. They are: Capella, Catria, Gorgon, and mPhantom. I list some examples of which I prefer in which world in the Read Me file, but you can of course experiment and use any you like.

THINGS TO DOWNLOAD

amoebae - Clear Bloom ReShade (includes preset ini file, as well as several modified or unavailable shaders)

ReShade 3.4.1

Official Shaders for ReShade 3.4.1

qUINT Shaders for ReShade 3.4.1

INSTALLATION

Please follow these steps precisely in this order (note: if you already have ReShade 3.4.1 installed you can skip to step 3):

Install ReShade 3.4.1 by running the ReShade_Setup_3.4.1.exe and following the instructions. Say ‘Yes’ to download the current shaders so it sets up the correct paths for you (we will overwrite them with the shaders for 3.4.1 in the next step)

Place the reshade-shaders folder from the main 3.4.1 shaders you downloaded above

Place the Shaders folder from the qUINT shaders you downloaded above into your reshade-shaders folder that is now in your Bin folder

Place the reshade-shaders folders from my Clear Bloom download into your Bin folder

Place amoe - Clear Bloom.ini in your Bin folder

Say ‘Yes’ whenever prompted to merge any folders and replace any files (some are modified versions of official shaders, which is why you need to install in this order).

If you have any problems, either with installation or using Clear Bloom, please let me know via Ask or Message. 

If you see an error regarding the MagicBloom shader, go into your reshade-shaders>Shaders folder and delete it because Clear Bloom doesn’t use it.

I would love to see your screenshots using Clear Bloom, so feel free to tag me @pictureamoebae. 

permashifting to feel better about myself

permashifting to feel happy

permashifting to get rid of depression

permashifting to eat anything I want

permashifting to feel better about my body

permashifting to be in a better family

permashifting to finally feel loved

permashifting to be surrounded by people who genuinely love and care for me

permashifting to spread love to everyone because I'm just so full of love

permashifting to finally be in his arms after crying for months

the coolest has just called me cool. i love YOU

thinking about my other hogwarts dr (i have a lot of them. 🙂‍↕️) where i will spend the majority of my time in hogwarts and my 20s researching and experimenting different ways of time travel, simply to satiate my curiosities. i will be a historian for my own sake and i will not publish any of my findings (i probably would be put into azkaban, as time travel is against the law).

i want to be the person that figures out how to time travel with no additional accessories (e.g. a time turner). i want to know how the ancient egyptians/greeks/romans/chinese/turks did their magic. how did it tie into their religious beliefs? was there a muggle/witch separation (i assume the statue of secrecy is only for the UK)? what was the norm, did they categorize kinds of magic (light/dark etc.)? what was disallowed (like how blood magic is taboo in europe’s wizarding world)? did they strictly use wandless magic? did they have other means of channeling magic (artwork, dancing, singing, music, poetry/literature, etc.)? did they cast spells or was it less structured? did they have incantations or was it pure feeling?

i could script all of this just to have an idea, but i really want to just learn for myself idk. like there is learning from secondary sources and there is being the primary source yourself. idk the idea of being a time traveling witch . its so cool. I’M so cool. Wow

alex consani is so beautiful i am stealing her face for my smosh dr . you heard me.

i once said that i was a seer in my golden trio reality. scratch that. i am a metamorphmagus . i’m out here shifting (ha) my shape. its SUCH a cool ability like i need to see more hp shifters that script themselves as a metamorphmagus . Like hellooooo????? you can change your appearance at will ??????? WHAT . LITERALLY WHAT

　　　we were always going home ,

yes, i have shifted, more than ten times, if you’re the sort who counts miracles like matchsticks or notches on a headboard. i am not. i do not tally my miracles like debts to be repaid. they arrive not as triumphs, but as returns. familiar. like a song i almost forgot i knew until i was humming it again, accidentally, under the breath of my dreaming.

i do not care if you believe me. i say that without spite. belief was never a prerequisite for truth. you do not have to clap for the moon to rise, nor bow to the ocean to be pulled under. reality does not ask for applause. it simply is.

i shifted after four years. four years of thinking maybe i was broken in some exquisite, cosmic way, cracked just wide enough to want, never wide enough to have. four years of collecting every method like seashells, pressing each one to my ear and listening for home. sometimes i heard static. sometimes i heard blood. sometimes i heard nothing at all. 

there were nights i didn't think i'd live to see morning. i say that with the softest voice possible, not for pity, but because it's true. i don't mean metaphorical dark nights of the soul, i mean the real ones. the kind where your body's still, but your mind is clawing at the walls, begging for a window. the kind where shifting wasn't some spiritual hobby or escapist whim, but a lifeline. a rope thrown into the pit.

i don't know who i would've been if i hadn't believed. not the glowing kind of belief. not the pretty kind. but the cracked, ugly kind. the kind that crawls. the kind that gasps, "please, just let me wake up somewhere else."

so when i say i shifted, i don't say it lightly. it wasn't a party trick. it was a resurrection.

quiet. not cinematic. not some thunderclap of fate. it was a shift like how morning happens, slowly, and then all at once. i remember going to sleep in my room, wrapped in some terrible hoodie, the air stale with the smell of forgetting. and then, like a breath i didn't know i'd been holding: i am there. not will be. not want to be. not maybe one day. i am. right now. here. and there.

it didn't feel like magic. it felt like choosing god, even if you don't know who god is. like giving yourself permission to walk on water not because it's easy, but because the alternative is drowning.

the assumption wasn't loud. it was a hum. a bassline beneath everything. and the moment i tuned into it, the world bent. not to serve me, but to meet me. like it was always trying to.

this is how i got there: i assumed i was there. i used the law.

i wish i had something more elegant to offer. a potion. a spell. a hundred-counted ritual. i don't. i have only assumption. not the performance of it, but the private, unwavering kind. the kind that does not blink. the kind that plants a flag in the dirt and says, "this is mine, because i said so."

i said i was there. so i was. not overnight. not in a blaze of light. it happened like a thread slipping through the eye of a needle, one slow stitch at a time. i told the air around me that my dr was real. i told the silence. i told the toothbrush in my hand, the toothpaste cap i dropped on the floor, the moth blinking against the bathroom light.

i didn't have to fight for it anymore. i didn't have to prove myself worthy. desire is not a courtroom, and the universe is not a jury. i stopped begging. i started being. and slowly, the scaffolding of this reality dissolved.

this wasn't faith. faith is something you carry with trembling hands. this was certainty. this was sitting still long enough for the river to realise it already knew your name. this was recognising that shifting was not a door you unlock with the right key, but a room you have already lived in. the furniture remembers your weight. the walls still echo your voice.

i shifted because i remembered.

and i kept remembering. even when it felt stupid. even when it hurt. even when the forum girls sighed and the scripting girls cried and the cynics said i was lost in a fantasy. maybe i was. but so is everyone. some people just settle for worse ones.

this is what i know: you can get there too. you are not cursed. you are not exempt. the moment you stop performing belief and start inhabiting it, like a house, like a skin, like an inheritance, you will see.

it is not far. it is next. it is with. it is just beyond the veil of doubt, waiting to be spoken aloud like a name that's always been yours.

you do not have to be special. you do not have to be chosen. you do not need a voice in the sky or a star to fall at your feet. you only need to decide. quietly. daily. like it's brushing your teeth. like it's feeding the dog. like it's the most ordinary miracle in the world.

let it be that simple. let it be that unremarkable. you were never meant to earn it. only to remember it. only to open your hands and realise they've been holding the key the whole time.

assume. not with fear, but with fondness. not with hunger, but with homecoming.

and if you don't believe yet, pretend. not out of desperation, but out of reverence. act like you are there not because it will trick the world, but because it will tune you to it. reality doesn't respond to panic. it responds to presence.

so say the toothbrush is yours. say the air smells different. say the cereal tastes sweeter. say the light is warmer. say your name with a little more certainty. you don't need proof. you are the proof.

and do not ask yourself how again. ask when. ask what now. ask am i ready to walk through the door i've been holding shut with both hands all this time?

because the door is open. the light is on. your seat is warm. your name is carved in the table.

come back.

i want that drama queen badge soooooo bad. because its like a little joke for me. and tom riddle (he is a drama queen). idk does that make sense????? anyway i took the quiz so why !! won’t !! it !! give !! me !! the !! badgesss !! AAAA