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FULL GUIDE

DECIDE

literally right now, decide that you have mastered void, shifting realities, manifestation, lucid dreaming, sleep paralysis, and astral projection. don't you dare pick one thing from this list. take my advice and decide that you've mastered it all. do you just want to shift on command? okay, but the ability to instantly enter the void and control dreams wouldn't be out of place, would it? especially considering that you don't have to put in any effort, you just have to decide decide that you are a master of manifestation. decide that you are manifesting desires instantly. decide that 3d instantly reflects 4d. decide that both 3d and 4d show only what you want. decide what always works in your favor decide that you are a master of the void state. decide that you have the perfect void concept. decide that you can easily enter the void state anytime and anywhere. decide that you have been successfully inducing pure consciousness all your life. decide that to enter the void you just need to close your eyes. decided that every night you wake up in a state of void being aware decide that you are a master shifter. decide that you shift easily and effortlessly. decide that you are in your desired reality right now. decide that you always wake up in your desired reality. decide that you shift on command. decide that the intention is enough for you to shift. decide that you have successfully shifted all your life decide that you are a master of lucid dreaming. decide that you have lucid dreams every night. decide that all your life you have seen only lucid dreams. decide that you are in control of your dreams. decide that you easily shift from a lucid dream. decide that you effortlessly enter the void state from a lucid dream decide that you are a master of sleep paralysis. decide that closing your eyes is enough to induce sleep paralysis. decide that you are always relaxed and calm during sleep paralysis. decide that you have safe sleep paralysis. decide that you wake up several times a night in sleep paralysis. decide that you can easily induce sleep paralysis in less than a minute. decide that you can easily shift from sleep paralysis. decide that you effortlessly enter the void state from sleep paralysis decide that you are a master of astral projection. decide that you astral project every night. decide that all your out-of-body experiences are safe. decide that you can easily shift from astral projection. decide that you effortlessly enter the void state from astral projection decide right now or after you read this post. don't put it off until tomorrow or monday

MANIFEST

important part. manifest your desires. solve any problems using the law of assumption. you can do it right now, you don't have to wait until you enter the void or shift. it's easy. all you have to do is decide. i’m not asking you to affirm, listen to subliminals, do sats, etc. you just need to think that you already have everything you want and be persistent in this assumption want a new phone? ok, just decide that it's already yours. you don't have to try to enter the void tonight to manifest a new phone. do you have the flu? decide that you are always healthy (by the way, this does not mean that you should not take medications. take them, but be persistent in the assumption that you never get sick). again, you don't even have to move your fingers. besides, negative beliefs will not make your life better. do negative thoughts fulfill your desires? no, so why pay attention to them? just enjoy the feeling of fulfilled desire. just enjoy the fact that you always get what you want by the way, manifest something "unrealistic". telekinesis, magic wand, the ability to fly or talk to animals. there’s nothing difficult about randomly remembering once a day that you can fly, right? let your subconscious know that you can literally do anything

PERSISTENCE

my honest opinion: if you are not able to be persistent, your desire is not that important to you. if you react to 3d and give up, then you don’t want to change your life so much. in order to manifest what you want, you need to be persistent in a new assumption 4d is true reality, 3d is a mirror. live in your imagination, live in the end, only then will 3d reflect your new assumptions and beliefs. these people achieved success because they accepted that imagination is the only reality. you are no worse than them. you can be persistent. and you will be persistent know that your failure will not affect my life in any way. but it will affect you. if you finally become persistent, then you will get everything you dreamed of all that time. do it for yourself. do it for the sake of experimentation. what if you succeed?

METHODS

let's start with the method of manifestation. all i require you to do is decide, be persistent, ignore 3d, replace negative thoughts with positive ones. this is literally the basis of the law of assumption in addition to this, you may want to use manifestation methods such as robotic affirmations, subliminals, sats, meditation, etc. overall i'm 50% okay with it. everything is fine as long as you don't put methods on a pedestal. if you start to think that without following one of the methods you will not be able to manifest your desires, then this is a red signal. just relax. you will shift, enter the void void, do astral projection, etc., even if you don’t repeat affirmations from morning to evening or don’t listen to your entire playlist. don’t force yourself to lie on your back and visualize the desired reality during sats. do what you like and when you want it. affirm, visualize, make mood boards, etc., but don’t make it a mandatory action. don't force yourself to do anything you don't want to do. and remember you change 4d and 3d, not methods and i also urgently, on my knees, beg you to abandon methods for void, shifting, sleep paralysis, lucid dreams, etc. if you knew how wonderful it is to lie on your side at night and just fall asleep. no need to lie on your back, affirm, visualize, count. you just fall asleep without setting alarms for wbtb. no meditation, pink noise, theta waves. you don’t feel guilty or angry because you’re too lazy to do the methods. you don't scold yourself because you roll over on your side and fall asleep in the middle of the method. you don't feel disappointed that the method didn't work (in 3d, of course). this is a relief and peace that you could have experienced all this time, but for some reason you denied yourself it yes, i know it’s strange to hear from someone who previously published methods. ah, but what's the difference? it was a long time ago and not true. now i make myself comfortable on the bed and let my thoughts flow. if i want, then i fantasize about all sorts of things, if i want, then I think about the desired reality. and only sometimes i affirm that i have mastered void, shifting, lucid dreams, sleep paralysis. i think a little about my happy life, only because i accidentally remembered it. i don't force myself to do anything i don't want to do i say again, i am firmly against the methods! in order to shift, you don’t need to lie motionless in the starfish position for two hours. just decide! be persistent! but if you still want to do it your way, then do it right. if your attempt is unsuccessful, do not react to 3d. decide what you shifted. decide that you have entered the void state. remember the mental diet. however i still recommend not doing the methods

MENTAL DIET

it’s better, of course, to decide that negative thoughts don’t arise in you, but if they do arise, replace them with positive ones. pay attention to your inner conversation. again, if a negative thought arises, immediately replace it with a positive one. replace one negative thought with 10 positive ones “i woke up again in the current reality” >>>  “i’m so happy that i woke up in my desired reality. i’m a master of shifting. in addition, i mastered the void, lucid dreams, sleep paralysis. and i always get what i want instantly” “i envy her so much. i can’t wait to share my success story” >>>  “i never envy anyone. i have a dream life. my success story is much better than hers. one post is not enough for all my success stories, because i shift and enter the void literally every hour” “i had such a terrible nightmare last night” >>>  “i have lucid dreams every night. i forgot the last time i had ordinary non-lucid dreams. by the way, i can easily control lucid dreams! there is nothing easier than entering the void state from a lucid dream” “if i don't enter the void today, i won't pass my exams” >>>  “how could i forget that i had already passed my exams with a perfect score? and every night i wake up in a void state. i love being a manifestation master” “what if it's not true? maybe they're all lying” >>>  “the law of assumption is the truth. why? because i said so. because i already have a dream life. because i've already shifted and entered the void state a million times” “if i don't induce sleep paralysis tonight, i won't shift” >>>  “boo! who said this nonsense? everyone knows that i have mastered both reality shifting and sleep paralysis. even infants know this” something like this. have you read those posts about the mental diet, the link to which i left at the top? don't forget about such a wonderful thing as revision. if you forgot about the mental diet and indulged in negative thoughts all day, then just change your memories. “i’m so proud that i only had positive thoughts today”

LIAR

there are times when you have to break a mental diet. what to do? lie. say the “truth” out loud, but in your mind persistently deny it. for example, your mother asked how you passed your physics test. give her an “honest” answer, but mentally affirm over and over again that you passed the test. review this moment. but if someone on this site asks you, for example, have you ever shifted, you can either safely ignore it, or say that you have already shifted a million times because you decided so

TIME

stop waiting. stop waiting for you to shift or enter the void state. stop waiting for your first lucid dream, sleep paralysis and astral projection. time doesn’t exist you already have your desires. if you notice that you are waiting for your manifestations, then immediately remind yourself that you already have everything you want! don't count the hours, days, weeks. there is only the eternal now and it is up to you to decide what you are thinking about at this moment “i hope i enter the void before friday” >>>  “wait a minute. so i already enter the void every night. i just need to close my eyes for two seconds and i immediately induce pure consciousness” “i've been applying the law of assumption for a week now, but nothing has changed” >>>  “what the hell week? i literally have lucid dreams my whole life and wake up in the void state, in sleep paralysis and the desired reality 5 times a night” “if i persist for two weeks, i will finally shift to desired reality” >>>  “goddess, i'm in my desired reality right now. i'm a master shifter. shifting is very easy. i'm already shifted” “when will 3d reflect 4d?” >>>  “3d has already reflected my 4d. 3d instantly shows me my desires. what is time lag? this is the first time i've heard of this” if you catch yourself thinking that you are waiting for manifestation, immediately change this thought to a positive one. forget about waiting and worry. these feelings will not make your life better. forget about such nonsense as time lag

CIRCUMSTANCES

i know many of you may have difficult circumstances. but thinking about it you only complicate your life. your thoughts, assumptions and beliefs create your reality. please ignore 3d and your life will become much easier. know that people before you have succeeded in unbearable circumstances (poverty, abuse, death of loved ones, illness). they had doubts just like you, but they lived in the end and were persistent (+ this) this doesn't mean you can't cry or be angry. no matter what you do, only what you think has power. give vent to your emotions, but be persistent in the fact that you have already succeeded. yes, it can be difficult and unusual, but you have to do it if you want to get rid of undesirable circumstances once and for all do you have painful periods? cry, don’t hold back your tears, but insist that this is not so. be persistent in the fact that you have pain-free periods are your abusive parents beating you again? scream and cry with anger, hit the pillow, but please ignore the 3d. repeat again and again that you are already in your desired reality, where you have loving parents are you angry because all the housework is on you? no, no, convince yourself that you are not washing the floors right now. no, your useless brother does, and in the meanwhile you are enjoying a delicious cake know that it is never too late to change negative thoughts to positive ones. even if two hours ago you reacted to 3d and cried bitterly, cursing your life, now you can decide that this did not happen. i don’t think i want to leave links to posts about revision for the third time. i hope you have already read them. in very emotional moments, try to remind yourself that your thoughts create your 3d reality let the undesirable circumstances be a reminder that you already have everything you want. is the Internet not working? the Internet is fast at all times and everywhere, and besides, you've mastered the void. not enough money? not only are you rich, but you also shift easily and quickly

SUCCESS

please do not share your mini successes. did you have your first lucid dream? i’m sincerely happy for you, but don’t you dare write something like “today i realized i was in a dream!! i tried to create a portal, but it didn’t work out. next time i will undoubtedly enter a void.” honey, you just threw your mental diet in the trash either you wait until you achieve the final goal (shifting, void), or you share your success without breaking the mental diet. “this morning i woke up in sleep paralysis. although it was predictable, i’m a master of sleep paralysis and void. why? because i decided so” or “in the evening i was lying on the couche and shifted to my desired reality, but i quickly came back. anyway, i can shift there again whenever i want, because it's not difficult for me”

DOUBTS

if you feel that you are being overcome by doubts, read loa posts, this post and all those posts to which i left links. i also recommend reading more success stories >>> @loasuccessarchive know that people have succeeded in manifestation even though they often had doubts. but they continued to be persistent, thanks to which they shifted and entered the void state. if they could do it, so can you

EPILOGUE

Carefully, once he’s out of your warm embrace, he takes his pillow and wedges it in your arms instead. Hopefully that’ll fool you before you suddenly wake up without him by your side after you felt his absence.

Just like he guessed, you squeeze the pillow and nuzzle your face atop it like how you'd usually do to him. He's completely enamored by you even with your hair all mussed, and drool on the corner of your lips.

With one last loving look at you, Hobie tip toes out of the bedroom, body still sore from last night’s activities, he’d stay in bed with you until noon if it weren’t for the fact that it’s Valentine’s day. He’s not a fan of the holiday’s capitalist side, but he does like the idea of celebrating love, and as much as he shows you how much he loves you every second of everyday, Valentine’s day can’t be beat, the kisses you left on his skin proves that.

The whole houseboat is dim except for the moonlight spilling from the windows and a single lamp as his light, with the whole place rocking softly against the waves outside. He’d turn on the kitchen lights but he can’t risk it when you could wake up from it. The remnants of last night’s dishes are still in the sink, long forgotten because the both of you got distracted by each other. He would wash it now but he needs to focus on your Valentine’s day present before you could wake up.

“Right.” He inhales the cold morning air, shivering as he opens the fridge, light flooding the kitchen whilst taking all the ingredients he hid behind a box of protein bars that James left. He was absolutely sure that you wouldn’t be able to look there when you’ve said that the protein bars tasted like chalk. Arms filled with ingredients, he shuts the door with his foot before he freezes from the cold and hobbles over to the counter.

Sucking in his teeth, Hobie then starts to gently take each ingredient down on the counter. Juggling cans of creams, milk, flour and eggs. The most fragile comes first, a single egg carton is placed safely, the shop he got it all from was last minute because Rhino was particularly not in a Valentine’s day mood, they only had two boxes of four eggs on the shelf when the recipe needed at least a dozen. He’s starting to regret choosing to make a pavlova now.

One carton is left in his arms, it sits atop a box of raspberries, and under that is a whole packaging of sugar that wobbles in his hold. His tongue pokes out from in between his pierced lips, deeply concentrating when one wrong move could topple the tower of ingredients and have you be woken up by a mountain of mess in the kitchen.

His hand shakes as he grasps the carton, and as if some cosmic entity wanted to see his downfall, his watch vibrates out of nowhere, a hologram screen suddenly popping out, scaring the shit out of him.

“Fuck—” he’d scream if it weren’t for you sleeping in the other room, but he stifles himself by biting his tongue.

Thanks to his quick reflexes, Hobie catches the toppled ingredients mid air like his life depended on it. He looks like a contestant in one of the Japanese game shows you watch where the contestants have to twist their body to fit into a very specific silhouette. His leg is lifted up to catch a carton of milk, arms raised on his sides to catch the flour and fruits, and of course the eggs just had to land right on his head. If his hair wasn’t already mussed from last night, it definitely is now.

“Looking like a proper ballerina, bruv.” His own voice sounds out from his watch as the hologram moves to automatically face him. “She did a number on you, hm?” An older version of him snickers, having almost the same marks right on his neck.

“Fuckin’ hell, old man.” Hobie huffs, exasperated. “It’s four in the bloody mornin’”

Another hologram pops up beside the existing one, a more pinkish hue that adds to the bright orange light of the former hologram. “Someone better be dyin’.” Another variant of Hobie appears within the pink hologram, yawning and scratching his scruff, this one has a southern drawl mixed in subtly with his accent. “You lot almost made me crush an egg.”

“Jus’ an egg? Don’t you live on a farm?” Hobie grimaces, hopping on one foot to place the carton of milk down and then bending over to slide the eggs to the counter. “The old man ‘ere almost made me drop everythin’.”

“‘m in the middle of nowhere durin’ the wild west, mate, it’s not all sunshine and rainbows ‘ere.”

“Alright, calm your flat arses, we all know that you’re all awake to make somethin’ for your lovies.” Dad Hobie rolls his eyes as he whisks something off screen. “Someone needs our help.”

“Need changin’ a diaper?” The cowboy version of him snickers, while the sound of a rooster echoes from his side of the call.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t forget that you’re lookin’ right at your future, wanker.” That shut him up as the older Hobie makes a scrunched face.

Hobie kneads at the space in between his brows, extra careful with taking the utensils he needed from the cupboards. “Who needs our help?”

“Prowler.” Dad Hobie says it with a teasing smile. “Say hi, prick.”

The room lights up with another hologram, this one in deep purple that almost drowns the rest of the holograms in its light. “How the fuck do you make chocolate?” His voice shakes desperately, whispered while he seems to be hiding in a dark room with his face so close to the camera. He looks like he’s in one of those found footage horror films that always makes your motion sickness act up.

“Why do you look like you’re in a coffin?”

“Yeah, that’s my thing, mate.” Another call blinks in, this time in bright crimson as this Hobie variant has two prominent fangs poking in between his smiling lips. He looks like he’s in his red velvet bathrobe, faring better than Hobie when he’s still in his boxer shorts, shivering in the cold.

“‘m hiding from my girl.” Prowler whispers, his locs swinging as he leans closer. “She sleeps like the world is huntin’ her, one fuckin’ sound and she’s awake with her claws out.”

“Well, she is the black cat.” Cowboy Hobie utters under his breath as he chops something up in the background.

“Hidin’ where exactly?” Hobie asks, finally starting to make the pavlova cake.

He sighs, rubbing the space in between his brows. “The closet.”

“We’ll be waitin’ for you when you’re ready, mate.” Cowboy and Older Hobie make the same exact joke.

“Bruv.”

“I remember dating a black cat, it ended with her shreddin’ my denim collection.” Vampire Hobie shivers as the sound of a sewing machine hums in the background.

“Wasn’t she a shape shifter?”

“Everyone shut the fuck up, how the fuck do I make chocolate?” The purple clad Hobie rambles on. “‘m on my last ingredients, I wasted a whole fuckin’ thing and it ended up lookin’ like actual shite.”

“I think that’s a talent.”

“Did it taste like shite too?”

“Prowler, did you forget Valentine’s day?” Hobie reads his desperation clearly with a slight tug in the corner of his lips.

Prowler clams up.

“Shit, you did.” The older variant chuckles, “I’d say that you’ll be fine if your lovie isn’t the black cat, but she is, so good fuckin’ luck.”

“At least yours isn’t an otherworldly bein’ or a cryptid. I know there’s a variant of her out there that’s like that.”

“It’s our first Valentine’s day, alright?” The poor Prowler variant sighs defeatedly. “It’s not my fault that I only realized when she showed up in a—”

“Let me stop you right there, mate,” Dad Hobie puts a finger up in the most fatherly way possible. “my boy is awake and watchin’ the telly but that doesn’t mean he can’t hear you.”

“Says you who has all those marks on you. And didn’t you call Prowler a prick jus’ then?” The outlaw says with a snicker.

“They’re mosquito bites. And he’s three years old, he doesn’t understand that.”

“And my arse is fat, fuck off. Now help me.” Prowler almost sounds like he’s whining, utterly desperate to get you something to show his fondness for you.

“Who’s three years old, Prowler or your kid?” Vampire Hobie guffaws, straight up calling the other older Hobie a liar as he chuckles to himself whilst he’s focused on his sewing.

“First off, what kind of chocolate are you tryin’ to make?” Cowboy Hobie asks, mixing something vigorously.

“Regular chocolate?” He makes a face, looking like he’s in some found footage film from the angle and from the pitch black background with only the hologram’s light shining on him. “I thought it was bloody simple, I even got the molds and everythin’.”

“Wait, you said you forgot the day, how did you get heart shaped molds last minute? I couldn’t even find a dozen eggs.” Hobie is in disbelief, remembering how every store in his dimension was picked clean of the valentine’s day stuff.

He shook his head at the over-consumption, that’s why he prefers making his gifts for you, something you’d appreciate better than a polyester heart shaped pillow that has been manufactured a million times before. The other Hobies share the same sentiment, he excuses Prowler for being desperate and with him having his first milestone with you, or more like with his own lovie. He’s still not used to that when all his variants have near identical partners with only small differences that are hard to decipher for someone who doesn’t know you.

Sighing, the Prowler grumbles something under his breath before showing them a Halloween themed chocolate mold, it clearly has a cat shape, a witch’s hat and cauldron, and tiny skulls.

The thunderous laughter that follows, both has Hobie and the Prowler lowering the volume and switching to the headphones that are attached on the side of the watch. Something that Miguel didn’t think of but the Hobie Brown variants did during one afternoon of tea. Their booming laughter shakes his ear as Hobie stifles a chuckle, not even blaming Prowler Hobie when he knows the desperation to make something to show his love for you.

“Mate, your lovie isn’t a witch!” Cowboy hoots, slapping his knee in laughter.

“Oh, you’re killin’ me!” The thousand year old Vampire laughs so hard that it looks like he fell from his chair as his camera shakes before it shows him lying on the floor giggling.

“‘m callin’ pirate and spy and siccin’ ‘em on your flat arses.” The purple variant whisper yells whilst glowering at his screen.

“What would they do, make me walk the plank and shoot me?” The outlaw taunts.

“Who am I shootin’ at?” A finely dressed Hobie variant blinks in, adding a green hue to the collection of holograms. His suit is all crinkled to hell, and there’s blood right on his collar that he doesn’t seem to mind one bit. Not a single Hobie looks too concerned about it either, already so used to his antics, his usual spy slash assassin self, and whatever the company has him doing with his fake missus.

“I don’t make people walk the plank anymore, I do keelhaulin’ now.” Another hologram appears, this time it’s in ocean blue, adding calmness to the call if not for Prowler’s annoyed expression. Pirate Hobie seems to be on top of the crow’s nest as the waves dance in the background, wind rushing against the speakers whilst sea shells clink together in his hands.

“Lovely.” Hobie sarcastically says, he regretted asking him what keelhauling is during one of the many meetings he has been in. The vampire showing him a historically accurate video of it didn’t help him one bit, he did understand the process of it, too well in fact.

“What’s happening?” The pirate captain asks whilst not looking at the screen as he chisels something in the background. “Wait, someone’s missin’” He sniffs, and blinks at the group of holograms that mirrors his own face.

“Cherry Hobie isn’t answerin’” The older Hobie answers, checking his watch and shaking his head, not out of pure disappointment but from understanding, but maybe with a bit of disappointment too. “so ‘m guessin’ that his lovie’s awake.”

“Bloody good.” The vampire is now sitting properly back on his chair. He has a dust bunny clinging to his velvet robe from when he fell to the floor. It’s a miracle that his lovie hasn’t woken up yet from all the racket he’s making with his sewing machine and from his fall “At least one of us is gettin’ it.”

“All our lovies are asleep?” Hobie asks as he measures his ingredients whilst the houseboat rocks in the waves, which is a task and a half in itself.

“After last night, she has to be.” Vampire Hobie chortles under his breath, smiling and puffing his chest with pride.

“Fuckin’ hell, we didn't need to hear that, bruv.”

“Wait, tinkerbell ain’t ‘ere either.” The dapper yet bloody Hobie asks, looking at the glowing holograms as he pauses from polishing something metallic.

“Fae doesn’t answer calls durin’ Valentine’s day, remember?”

“Right, well, that’s rough.” Making a face, the spy lights up a cigarette all suave like. It seems that he’s making something for you too, but Hobie can’t tell from how he’s holding onto a knife as a harsh lamp light illuminates his face, and he thinks that he doesn’t even want to know. “D’you think he’s cryin’ on a bed of flowers right now?”

“Don’t be mean to the poor bloke.” The older one chastises, clicking his teeth as he ties his long locs together before continuing to make breakfast.

“Yeah, you don’t know how good you have it, wanker.” With his fangs bared, the vampire shakes his head with a grimace. “I’d know.”

“‘m goin’ to hang up if you lot don’t help me.” Prowler almost whisper yells in between his teeth.

“What are you all makin’ for your lovies?” The pirate captain asks, fixing the bandana on his head before looking directly at Prowler with a subtle smirk. He clearly knows what he’s doing to the vigilante.

“Wha—”

“Kitt Kat, stop tryin’ to eat your sister’s barbie.” Sighing, the oldest of the bunch, vampire excluding, looks over his shoulder with a raised brow. “Mona’s goin’ to be mad at all the slobber you left.”

“‘m makin’ her a holster ‘cause she keeps complainin’ that the company mandated one is shit.” Surprisingly, the spy answers without a single quip. Instead, he smiles fondly at his handiwork before showing the fine leather holster up to the camera for everyone to see.

“I wish I thought of that!” With the waves thrashing at the side of the ship, pirate Hobie holds onto crow’s nest bannister. “I made her a trinket plate from a clam, and ‘m makin’ her a bundle of charms for her hair to match mine!” He yells atop the sound of the wind and the squawking seagulls, smiling brighter than the sunrise bathing him from above.

“She’d love the pearls, mate.” Grinning wholeheartedly, the outlaw moves his watch so it could face a finely woven blanket all folded neatly on the dining table. “I made her a blanket out of the wool from our sheep. Plus breakfast in bed.”

“Careful, bruv, or you’ll be seein’ clones of yourself runnin’ ‘round the farm from how sweet you are.” Chuckling, voice rumbling his chest, the older Hobie shows his stove that’s working overtime with the amount of food cooking on it. “‘m cookin’ breakfast for her and the family like always, and I made plates with my girls durin’ our ceramics class. It’s a bit lopsided but I know she’ll love it— Kitt, what’d I tell you ‘bout climbin’ the shelf.”

Suddenly, his hologram wobbles as he leaves the watch on the counter while the rest of them watch their older self rushing to grab the baby that’s climbing the shelf. Baby Kitt giggles loudly that the mics picked up. His babbling would have anyone cooing at him, even a thousand year old being.

“I should’ve muted you, mate.” Vampire Hobie sighs with a smile. “Great, now I want my own.”

“Isn’t that a death sentence for her?” Hobie asks, crouching down to place the cake inside the oven.

“No, this ain’t twilight. The baby might jus’ look weird.” Snorting, and the sewing machine whirring, the vampire knits his brows. “I think.”

“Weird like smeagol or weird like fae?” The spy puffs out smoke into the camera.

“Poor bloke is catchin’ strays and he ain’t even here.” A hand runs over the Prowler’s face, exasperated.

“Probably a mix of a muppet and CGI Renesmee.” The vampire is probably joking, but Hobie can’t really tell with him, and he’s a version of himself. “What about you, new Hobie? What’d you get for her?”

“I embroidered patches for her jacket and now ‘m makin’ chocolate and a pavlova cake. She really loved the one we had at James’ birthday.” Hobie doesn’t stop from baking as he starts mixing in the ingredients for the chocolate so it has time to cool in the freezer before you wake up.

“Finally someone knows how to—”

“‘m makin’ her patches too!” Fangs in full display, vampire Hobie interrupts the vigilante for what must’ve been the umpteenth time today. Hobie would feel bad for himself, but he isn’t. “And a pouch for her wooden stakes.”

“Fuckin’ hell can we jus’ focus!” The Prowler has had enough. “I jus’ need to know how to not make it taste like a battery!”

The Hobies pause for a moment, all having similar growing smirks on their faces before laughing at his attempts. Meanwhile, Prowler thumps his head quietly against the closet wall.

Dad Hobie is now carrying baby Kitt in his arm whilst the tiny version of him chugs milk. He makes a face after hearing the tail end of the conversation as he adjusts the bracelet back on his wrist properly. “How in the flyin’ fu— fudge did you manage that?”

“Dada!” Kitt points at the holograms happily.

“Hi, Kitt!” They simultaneously greet, except for an irked Prowler, who is currently rubbing at his temples.

“For the love of—” suddenly, the darkness around Prowler is illuminated as the closet door creaks open.

Hobie has never seen his own expression look so terrified and shocked before, he doesn’t bring a mirror during his toughest fights anyway, so it comes as a surprise to himself when he sees his own face looking so scared and befuddled that he shudders in place.

“Hi, lovie.” The Prowler smiles, albeit wobbly as he swallows thickly.

“What are you doin’ in my closet with…” your voice is heard in the background as everyone waits with bated breath, as if they make a sound they’d get the claws too. “...A shit ton of chocolate and my mixer?”

“Tryin’ to make you chocolate.” He simply says, doubling down on his ten megawatt smile as he stares up at you whilst holding onto the silicon tray of Halloween cats and cauldrons.

“Bloody smooth, mate.” Spy whispers, making the poor Prowler cover his whole watch before you could open the door wider.

“I heard you talking.” You utter, probably leaning against the doorway, Hobie knows that tone well enough to know that the Prowler version of him will be more than fine. Maybe there aren’t a lot of differences between your variants when he can tell the endearment and fondness in your cadence. “Already hitting up someone?”

“I was talkin’ to no one, jus’ myself.” He’s technically not lying. “And no, bloody hell, love.”

“C’mon, I can think of another use for all that chocolate.” Your voice seems to be closer to the receiver now, more sultry and saccharine. All the Hobies know that you’re most likely crouching down and cupping the Prowler’s chin in your hand with a flirty smile.

“Yeah?” The longing in his voice is very prominent, especially to the other variants, knowing it all too well.

It doesn’t take a genius to know when to drop him from the group call. The purple glow of his hologram blinks away, and the remaining Hobie variant gawps at their screens. The exact feeling strikes them after hearing your voice, they suddenly miss you, even though you’re just in the next room, or below in a shared cabin in pirate Hobie’s case. Or in a coffin for Vampire Hobie.

“‘m done with my present.” Stretching, the dubious spy is the first to break. “‘m goin’ to head out. She’s probably awake.” His hologram fades away without another explanation, but everyone could see the hidden excitement on his face.

“Aye, me too.” Clearing his throat, Pirate Hobie looks below the crow’s nest with a smile. “My lovie’s waitin’ for me below.” The cold blue hologram blinks out from the call.

The sound of a rooster echoes in the background of the outlaw’s hologram. “Yeah, I think my lovie’s awake too.” He’s either vying for the Oscar win or he heard your footfalls from above. “See you blokes next meetin’?”

“Yeah, don’t forget to bring the book I lent you.” Hobie says whilst his eyes keep darting towards the bedroom door where you remain asleep, resisting the urge to check on you.

The cowboy drops the call all too excitedly with a curt nod.

“Hear that? I think my darling’s awake.” No one believes the vampire as he giddily smiles, fangs and all, before shedding off his obvious lie. “‘m not goin’ to sugar coat it, lads, I want to snog my lovie.” He simply says before his hologram fades out into nothingness without another word.

“Right, jus’ us, old man.”

“Sorry, mate, ‘m done cookin’ and I have to put this little man back to bed or he’ll start biting me.” Bouncing the smiling Kitt in his arm, dad Hobie shuts the stove off and smiles at his son fondly. “Ain’t that right, Kitty? Say bye.”

“Bye, bye!” His Chubby hands wave at him goodbye as Kitt smiles toothily. Hobie couldn’t help but wave back with a chuckle, he can clearly see that the little Hobie got your smile and the way your eyes crinkle in the corners.

“Good luck with your cake, mate, ‘m sure she’ll love it.”

“Thanks, you have a good one, yeah?” Smiling, Hobie shuts the bracelet off as the older version of him nods and with Kitt waving enthusiastically back at him.

“What smells good?” Just in time, you lean against the doorway, eyes blinking at him blearily as you yawn. “Why are you awake so early?”

“Too many questions this early in the mornin’, lovie.” Leaving the mess in the kitchen, he distracts you by crossing the small distance, arms outstretched, and within a second, he’s embracing you and gently twisting you around to face the bedroom and away from his present.

“I’m asking a lot of questions because you’re being weird.” Nudging his jaw with your cheek as you giggle, he pats your behind and lifts you up briefly to place your feet atop his own. He hobbles back inside the bedroom with you whilst peppering your cheek with kisses. “Who are you and what have you done to my Hobie?”

“Jus’ your regular ol’ Hobie, sorry.” He whispers in your ear, blowing raspberries atop your cheek as you let out a giggle.

The back of your knees hit the bed, and the two of you plop down on the bed with his hand protecting the back of your head as the two of you bounce briefly together. He lands atop you, and he immediately buries his face in the crook of your neck, humming in satisfaction with your strawberry scented shampoo wafting over him.

“Oh, but I love this Hobie, just the way he is.” You coo endearingly, a soft touch caressing the back of his neck lovingly.

“And I love you,” leaning away to gaze back at you, Hobie beams from above, brushing a stray strand away from your cheek. You feel the calloused pads of his fingertips run along your jawline, tracing you like an artist with fine marble. “Even when this lovie is always late…” your chuckles interrupt him, and yet he matches your happiness as he wedges his knee in between your knees, elbows propped beside your head as he continues and makes himself comfortable atop you. “likes to interrupt when I confess my love for her, and always forgets her tea after makin’ it. I’ll still choose this lovie over…” Hobie leans closer, nosing the tip of your nose, a hair’s width away from your lips. “And over,” with a peck, he moves away as you chase his lips. “And over,” kiss, “and over again.”

Giddy from his antics, you then take his face in your hands, legs wrapping around his hips and locking him in place. Hobie grins as he kisses you, with every peck, with every touch, and with every breath he lets out he shows you his love for you. That you’re the only one for him in all the multitudes of universes.

Breathless, you pull away, pupils wide as you gaze upon his kiss bitten lips. “You taste like icing.”

“I know ‘m sweet, lovie.”

“Are you baking a cake?” Your eyes sparkles at the prospect.

“Maybe,” your excitement is palpable, ebbing over to him. “maybe not.” Your disappointment is immeasurable. “Probably.”

You pinch the smirk away from his expression, Hobie dramatically lands on his back on the bed, acting like your pinch was a smack from Rhino. Groaning with a roll of your eyes, it’s your turn to loom over him, a mirror of his previous position. “Cake for breakfast? I should be on my knees right now.” His eyes were enough for you to double back. “With a ring, Hobie! With a ring!”

“I wasn’t thinkin’ of anythin’ else.” He acts innocently, hands running up and down your sides.

“Behave or you won’t get your present from me.” Your empty threat has him grinning even more as his leg hooks around your thigh. Eyes flicking down, your lips curl into a mischievous smile. “Hobie.”

“Fine,” surrendering, he releases your leg and watches you twist in place to rummage through the bedside table. “You hid it in there?”

“Yep, I knew that you won’t touch the mess of wires in here.”

Shaking his head with a grin, Hobie places his arm over his eyes as he hears you curse under your breath. “Found it?”

“It’s like wrangling snakes— aha!” You crawl over to him once again, straddling his waist as you pat his arm. “Open.”

A dainty red box with a tiny ribbon is placed right on his chest. “Shit, you weren’t kiddin’ with the ring, hm?” His heart leaps at the sight of it.

Biting your bottom lip, he could feel your nerves. “Open it, please.”

“Only ‘cause you asked nicely.” Gently, he takes the box in his hands and carefully unwraps the ribbon. “Is it the part for my watch upgrade that I’ve been lookin’ for?”

“Finding a unicorn for you is much easier than getting you that doohickey.”

“Doohickey—” his snort abruptly stops as he stares at a ring that’s shaped like a guitar, not just any guitar, his own guitar. An almost perfect replica, only smaller with less stickers and scratches. “Holy shit.”

“I said the same thing after I finished it. I surprised even myself.”

The way his neck craned up to look at you so fast you thought that he cracked something. “You made this?” His chest fills with pride, gazing at you proudly. He never doubted that you’re good at anything you put your mind into.

“Yeah, I took a jewelry making class, it was more like blacksmithing with all the smelting we did though.” Tilting your head, your fingers tap his lean stomach rhythmically. “But that’s what I made from what I learned, do you like it?”

“Is this why you had those burns on your hands before?” His hand grasps your own, thumb caressing a small scar right on your palm.

“...yeah,” you bashfully say, heart pounding. “It was worth it though.”

“Lovie…” Hobie can’t believe his eyes, the effort you put into this single tiny ring has him thinking that he’s the one who should be giving you a ring whilst he’s on his knees and proudly telling you about his undoubted love for you. “I should’ve made a three tier cake.” You deserve it all, but for now, he needs to snog you until he’s breathless or he’ll spontaneously combust.

Your loud guffaw has your head throwing backwards, and he matches your laughter, eyes crinkling in the corners that never fails to have you smiling even more. “I’ll take any kind of cake you bake happily, Hobie.”

“I fuckin’ love it,” sitting up, he quickly puts on the ring before cupping your face in his hands as you feel the cold metal against your cheek. “I fuckin’ love you.” Peppering your face in kisses until you’re a giggling mess, Hobie smiles through every single one of them.

“Hobie,” you’d kiss back if he wasn’t so eager to eat your face. Sniffing, you smell something burning. “Hobie.”

“Let.” Kiss, “Me.” Kiss, “Snog you.”

“Hobie, the cake!”

“Ah, fuck!” Maybe he should’ve let you off his lap before rushing to the kitchen as he manages to carry you whilst sprinting to save the cake and the houseboat from a very warm Valentine’s day.