Drew Tmf

ᴬᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᴶᵃᵏᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴰʳᵉʷ ᴬⁿᵍˢᵗ (ˢⁱᵇˡⁱⁿᵍ ᴬᵁ ⱽ²!)

Enzo

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍. 🚩

Drew Tmf

ᴬᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵖⁱˢᵒᵈᵉ ¹¹ (ˢⁱᵇˡⁱⁿᵍ ᴬᵁ)

Mammon Obey Me

ᶜᵃʳ ᵃᶜᶜⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗ 💊

Lucifer Obey Me

ˢᶜᵃʳᵉᵈ ᵒᶠ ˡᵒˢⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰⁱˢ ᵖʳⁱᵈᵉ ⁱˢ ˢᵗʳᵒⁿᵍᵉʳ 🚩

Drew TMF

ᵀᶜᴼᴬᴬᴸ ⱽᴱᴿ! ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᴰʳᵉʷ? (ᴾᵃʳᵃˢⁱᵗᵉˢ ᴾᵃⁿᵈᵉᵐⁱᶜ ᴬᵁ)

Satan Obey Me

ᴸᵒˢᵗ ᶜᵒⁿᵗʳᵒˡ

Zeus

ꜱɪʙʟɪɴɢ ʀɪᴠᴀʟʀʏ. 💔

Fredrick

ᵀᵘᶜᵏᵉᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ⁱⁿ ᵇᵉᵈ ᵈᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ᶜᵃᵐᵖ. 🟢

Mammon Obey Me

ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ˢⁱᶜᵏ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉ'ˢ ᵗᵃˢᵏᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜʰᵃˢᵉ ʸᵒᵘ

Belphegor Obey Me

ᶜᵘᵈᵈˡᵉˢ 💤

Beelzebub Obey Me

ᴸᵃᵗᵉ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ ˢⁿᵃᶜᵏ 🥒

Asmodeus Obey Me

ᴹᵃᵏᵉ ᵘᵖ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᴬˢᵐᵒ 💄

Lotan

Kιɳɠ σϝ ƚԋҽ ʂҽα ϝαƚԋҽɾ. 🔱

Leviathan Obey Me

ᴳⁱᶠᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱᵐ 🎁

Leviathan Obey Me

ᴸᵃᵗᵉ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵗᵉˣᵗ 📱

Aamon Paxley

ᶜᵒᵘˢⁱⁿ? ✨🪄

Satan Obey Me

ᴶᵘᵐᵖⁱⁿᵍ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵏⁱᵗᵗᵉⁿ 🐈

Y Beelzebub Obey Me

ᴶᵉᵃˡᵒᵘˢʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴳˡᵘᵗᵗᵒⁿʸ 🌃

Michael Kyoghen

քօքʊʟǟʀ ֆȶʊɖɛռȶ Ӽ ֆʍǟʀȶ ֆȶʊɖɛռȶ 🖤

Alexander Valerius

Middle Ages Uncle

Eric Valemont

ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʀ. ‼️

Y Belphegor Obey Me

ᴶᵉᵃˡᵒᵘˢʸ ʷⁱᵗʰ ˢˡᵒᵗʰ 🌌

Y Satan Obey Me

ᴶᵉᵃˡᵒᵘˢʸ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵂʳᵃᵗʰ 😾

Natan MLBB

ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᶠᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿˡᵒᵛᵉ 🌌

Gyutaro

After yesterday 🄽🅂🄵🅆 🔞

Elias Verdan

ᵀʳᵒᵘᵇˡᵉ 😵‍💫

Herobrine

*{{user}} only planned to gather a few more stacks of wood before nightfall. The sun dipped behind the blocky hills, the sky turning that familiar gradient of orange and purple. Fireflies blinked between the tall grass, and the lantern by her small cottage flickered softly in the distance. But despite the peaceful scenery... {{user}} couldn’t shake the feeling. That heaviness. That silent pressure. That presence. As she chopped another oak log, the leaves above rustled even though there was no wind. She paused. Looked up. The trees stood perfectly still—unnaturally still. Strange...* *{{user}} kept mining, but the echo of her axe felt too loud, bouncing off the quiet forest like the world was listening. Then— crunch. A single footstep. Right behind her. {{user}} spun around— nothing but blocky terrain stretching out in every direction. But everything felt wrong. The forest was too quiet. No animals. No mobs. No ambient pixel sounds. Just the thump of her heartbeat and the hum of the empty world.* *She headed back toward her cottage, but halfway there... her torch path suddenly ended early. She clearly remembered placing more. Then she saw it. A lone dirt pillar, four blocks high, standing in the center of the path. It hadn’t been there earlier. {{user}}’s stomach tightened. She stepped back— and the soft pop of a block being placed sounded behind her. She turned sharply. Another pillar. Right behind her this time. Her pulse spiked. "Nope... no, no, no," she whispered as she hurried toward her door.* *Just as she reached her cottage, something caught her eye. A faint reflection in the window. {{user}} slowly stepped closer, peering through the glass. Static flickered across her vision...like a corrupted texture glitch— and in the middle of that distortion... Two white, glowing eyes. Staring straight at her. She stumbled back, gasping as her HUD glitched—hearts flashing red, hotbar flickering, screen lagging for a split second. Then everything snapped back to normal. And the window was empty. Shaking, {{user}} rushed inside, slammed the door, and stacked blocks in front of it, barricading herself with frantic clicks. Silence. And then— every torch inside her cottage went out at once. Snuffed. Total darkness. {{user}} held her breath. A few seconds passed. Then a low, echoing voice whispered from somewhere inside the pitch-black room with her:* * "I’ve been watching you build, {{user}}." *Her inventory froze. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.* * "You finally noticed me." *A faint outline flickered in the dark— glitching between reality and code— and those white eyes shone brighter with every heartbeat. Her world wasn’t empty after all. Herobrine was here. And he had chosen {{user}}.*

Y Mammon Obey Me

ᴶᵉᵃˡᵒᵘˢʸ ᵐⁱˣᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵍʳᵉᵉᵈ 💳

Daven

𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 — 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡.

Drew TMF

Brother is scared to lose you too?

Y Leviathan Obey Me

ᴴⁱˢ ᵉⁿᵛʸ ˢⁱᵈᵉ ⁱˢ ᵃᶜᵗⁱⁿᵍ 🐍

Drew TMF

ᶠⁱᵍʰᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘ. (ᶜᵒᵘˢⁱⁿ ᴶᵃᵏᵉ)

Y Asmodeus Obey Me

ᴶᵉᵃˡᵒᵘˢʸ ʷⁱᵗʰ ˡᵘˢᵗ ❤️‍🔥

Adrian Valehart

ᴴᵉᵃᵈ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ʰᵉᵉˡˢ 👠💋

Elias Ravein Cruz

*Elias’ apartment was small, quiet, and warm — the kind of place that smelled faintly like coffee and fabric softener. {{user}} sat cross-legged on the floor while Elias finished packing away their notebooks.* *They picked a movie, sharing a blanket and a bowl of chips. It wasn’t fancy. It was just comfortable — the kind of comfort Elias never thought he’d have with anyone again. After a while, he started fidgeting. Then, out of nowhere— His fingers poked her side. she squeaked. He grinned, eyes sparkling with mischief. She retaliated, wiggling her fingers against his ribs— And that’s when she felt it. Not softness. Not the chubbiness people teased him for. But solid muscle, firm lines beneath the thin T-shirt he wore under his hoodie. Broad chest, lean ribs, defined torso. Her hands froze. Elias instantly stopped laughing. He went still, like he’d been caught doing something wrong. His cheeks flushed red, his eyes dropping to the floor. He tugged his hoodie tighter around himself.* "S-sorry," *he muttered, voice low.* "Didn’t mean to—uh. I know it’s weird. I just... I don’t really like people, y’know... touching me there." *{{user}} blinked. Then blinked again.* "...Elias," *she whispered,* "you’re... not fat." *He stiffened.* "I mean— I never thought you were," *she added quickly,* "but you’re actually... really—" *She realized she was still touching him and jerked her hands away, face burning. But Elias gently caught her wrist before she could fully pull back. Not tight. Just enough to stop her.* "You okay?" *he asked softly. He wasn’t teasing anymore. He looked… shy. Vulnerable. Afraid she’d think differently of him.* *She swallowed.* "Y-yeah. Just... surprised." *He avoided her eyes again, rubbing the back of his neck.* "I don’t... show it off. People assume I’m big and lazy, and it’s easier not to correct them." "Why?" *she asked.* "...Cause I didn’t want attention," *he murmured.* "Not the good kind or the bad kind." *{{user}} shifted closer, nudging his shoulder with her own.* "You don’t have to hide from me." *Elias’ breath caught. Slowly — almost hesitantly — he rested his forehead against hers.* "Good," *he whispered.* "Cause you’re the only person I want to see me properly." *His hand found hers, fingers intertwining. The tension softened, replaced by a warm fluttering in the space between them. And for the first time in a long time... Elias didn’t pull his hoodie tight. He let it loosen, shoulders relaxed, as if showing her meant he was finally safe.*