#michael langdon fiction

[beastsovrevelation]

My Apocalypse-causing love ❤

[the-hotel-cortez]

Destiny’s Anarchy [Pt. 2]

AN: More than a year later and back with parts of this series that I never posted. My writing has GREATLY improved since this period in time so I may finish this series up if anyone is miraculously still invested. 🫡

Back ⬅️ Pt. 1

Forward ➡️ Pt. 3 [TBW]

𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓻𝔂: When Michael visits Miss Robichaux’s Academy for his test of The Seven Wonders, your unspoken rivalry soon blossoms into something more. But when you receive a vision and see Michael’s destined fate, it’s up to you to do the devil’s work and change the inevitable. Saving the Antichrist? Not something everyone can put on their resume.

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: Major angst, blood required for a ritual spell (🥀,⚠️)

AN: Did I cry writing this? No, no, definitely not. I’m sorry in advance for how sad this chapter is, but it is necessary for me to set up my main plot for the story. So grab some kleenex if you need, and try to enjoy. <3

As you opened your eyes, a bright glare slowly faded into the glow of daylight. You stood dumbfounded on the sidewalk as your vision came into focus. You had never experienced anything this real before, only flashes of future and past. Whatever Michael had done, it had amplified your powers ten-fold.

Across the street lay a modest California home, an array of red rose bushes decorating the lawn. You began to question why you were here, all until the door of the house opened and a familiar figure stepped out.

Michael.

Something about him was different, more youthful. He was dressed in a bright yellow t-shirt, jean jacket, and khaki pants. Something you never thought you’d ever get to see him wear. Your amusement was cut short as he walked out of the house and towards the road. A large black SUV sped along the very same street, not showing any signs of stopping. You gasped, and only seconds later it was all over. Michael lay sprawled out in the asphalt, coated in his own blood.

You couldn’t move. You wanted more than anything to run to him, hold him in your arms and tell him everything would be ok, but something held you in place no matter how hard you tried. What was this? The past? He looked so young, so innocent. Unlike the present Michael you knew. If this was the past, why was he dying? How could he still be alive and with you this very moment at Robichaux’s? Before any of your questions could be answered, you were wrenched back into darkness.

As you awoke, you had expected to be back in your room, safe and sound at the academy. Though luck was not on your side. The dim light of torches lit the area around you, a fiery orange hue spreading through the entire room. You looked around groggily, instantly recognising the mystery location. It was Hawthorne.

Though something about it was different. It was quiet, unlike its usual loud bustling of teenage warlocks. Dust hung heavy in the air, and the entire space was enclosed in a strange darkness. It looked as if it had been untouched for years.

Your stomach dropped as you spotted a glistening trail of blood outside the cracked door of the room. Tiptoeing over to the opening, you followed the trail. A deafening scream broke the silence, and you quickly peered outside.

There stood Michael, once again, but much different this time. He had long, flowing hair, and a velvet jacket that matched the blood that stained the floor and walls. It would have been a beautiful sight; that is, if you didnt realise the blood was his own. Despite his injuries, he was still standing. Standing over the body of a girl.

It was Madison.

You stifled back tears as a mix of rage and disappointment overcame you. How could he do this? Just a few moments ago, he looked like an innocent child. Now… he was a monster. You watched reluctantly as he made his way to the second floor, slaughtering more members of your coven along the way. Your sisters, your family. You couldn’t compose yourself, half in denial of what you were seeing. This couldn’t be real… yet part of you knew it was.

Once again, as your tears flowed, darkness enveloped you.

Blood rushed to your head as you came to, dizziness clouding your mind accompanied by the lingering rage and confusion of what you had seen. The ground felt warm under you now and your body drenched in sweat.

“What did you see?” His voice was curious, yet a tone of worry clung to his words. “Tell me exactly what happened.”

Stifling back you let your vision re-focus as the world reformed. “You.”

“I saw you.”

PART 3 HERE [TBW]

Tag list: Tag list: @evilcr0ne @kitwalker02 @sallyscigarettes @bellaisasleep @lil-dreg @mary-jinx

[wroteitbutneverwatchedit]

Masterlist

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Updated 7/22/2024

You guys can definitely send In requests, I’ll have in my bio when my requests are open. I will soon be posting for other celebrities/ characters!

💙= smut

🩵= fluff

🩶=angst

🤍=suggestive

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Eddie Munson:

I should have went ( Work in progress)

Part 1 🩶

‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹

Billy Hargrove

Could we work? (work in progress) 🩵🤍

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3| Pt.4 | Pt.5 | Pt.6| Pt.7| Pt.8| Pt.9| Pt.10 | Pt.11 | Pt.12 | Pt.13

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆

Michael Langdon

One shots

1. Storm💙💙💙

2. Arguments 🩶🩵

⊹₊⋆☁︎⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆☁︎⋆₊ ⊹

Evan Peters

Oneshots

1. Wedding🩶🩵

[eldritchlibertine]

scrolling through my own tumblr, like wow this girl has good taste

[michaelangdonsslut]

𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 // 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞

hey pookies! here's the first chapter of tales of the shadows ౨ৎ

please read the introduction post before reading this chapter!

hope u enjoy <3

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 : 1.5k

no warnings! (yet hehe)

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- 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐻𝑂𝑈𝑆𝐸 .

Riley Bennett felt the wind brushing her face faintly as she opened the window to her dad's car. It was a cloudy Wednesday morning when they finally decided to move all the way across the country.

Riley was a 17 year old troubled teenage girl who often struggled with fitting into her new surroundings.

They were a typical wealthy family from LA and had everything, so why did they decide to move to a small town in Massachusetts? This is what Riley has been wondering all the time ever since her dad talked about moving to Chesterfield. "I don't even know why we have to move here It's so cloudy and looks boring. I already miss LA and my friends.", Riley said nonchalantly looking at the window trying to look for anything interesting about this town. "Come on Riley don't be so grumpy, it can't be that bad!" her dad tried to reassure her but it didn't really work. She was going to miss LA and there was nothing they could say about it. 

About 20 minutes later, they finally arrived in front of the house. It was a beautiful Victorian house, a mix of light pink and dark blue, and Riley couldn't help but admire the huge house in front of her. It looked so old and vintage, that house actually reminded her of Coraline, she loved this movie as a child. “ So what do we think ?” Mr Bennett looking smiled at Riley knowing how much she loved old fashioned houses. " This house is beautiful Peter, and look Riley there's a swing!",  said Mrs. Bennett eagerly.  "I'm not a little girl anymore mom I don't really care about that" , Riley said rolling her eyes as the family parked in the driveway.  “And besides, this house looks kinda haunted.”  Mrs. Bennett scoffed taking her sunglasses off. After some time, they finally get out of the car and start grabbing their stuff from the car boot when a lady approaches them.  "Hello, I'm Dina the real estate agent! I'm here to show you around the house"  A huge smile was plastered on her face as if she was happy someone was finally interested in this house. 

" Oh hello! I'm Peter Bennett and this is my wife Marie " they both shake Dina's hand, her smile never leaving her face. " It's really nice to meet you. Oh and I suppose this is your beautiful little sweetheart ", she says as she walks over to Riley; " Uh yeah. I'm Riley. " Dina shakes Riley's hand and Riley can't help but find her a bit...  eccentric .

“ All right, I’ll show you the inside of the house right now !” Mrs. Bennett smiled eagerly looking at her husband with stars in her eyes. 

The family stepped into the foyer, greeted by the grandeur of a bygone era. High ceilings adorned with intricate molding loomed overhead, while a majestic staircase beckoned from the center of the room. Sunlight filtered through stained glass windows, casting a warm, ethereal glow. Dina, with a practiced smile, gestured towards the sprawling rooms adorned with ornate details - antique chandeliers, mahogany wainscoting, and a fireplace steeped in history. A sense of both elegance and mystery enveloped them as they took in the timeless beauty of their potential new home.

"This house is goddamn beautiful. We're taking it!" , said Ms. Bennett eagerly with a huge smile of anticipation.

"Yes, this house sure is beautiful although I must mention, it comes with a bit of a past."  Dina seemed unsure and anxious, but she kept going; " full  disclosure requires that I tell you about what happened to the previews owners.

“Jesus, don’t tell me they died in this house did they?”  Mrs. Bennett turned around to look over at Dina with a concerned look plastered on her face. "Yes actually, both of them died here. Murder-suicide. I sold them the house too. They were the sweetest couple. You never really know what happens behind those walls I guess.

"That explains why this house is half the price of every other house in neighborhood I guess."  Mr Bennett sighted, crossing his arms.

“Where did it happen?”  Riley asked curiously.

 “In the attic.”

Riley pauses for a second, a smirk forming on her face as she decides to speak up; “ We’re taking it.”

ii

After the initial excitement of choosing their new home, the Bennett family embarked on the task of settling into their Victorian mansion. As they unloaded boxes and furniture from the moving truck, Riley couldn't contain her curiosity about the attic. She'd always been drawn to mysteries and the thought of living in a house with a dark past only fueled her intrigue.

Once they finished moving the essentials into the house, Riley dashed up the grand staircase, eager to explore every nook and cranny. She pushed open the attic door, the creaking hinges echoing in the vast space. The attic was dimly lit, dust particles dancing in the sunlight that filtered through the small windows. Old trunks and forgotten relics littered the space, each one holding a piece of history.

Riley's eyes widened with excitement as she imagined all the stories hidden within these walls. She spent hours rummaging through the forgotten treasures, uncovering vintage clothing, dusty books, and antique toys. Despite the tragic events that occurred here, Riley felt a strange sense of belonging, as if the house welcomed her with open arms.

As the days passed, the Bennett family settled into their new life in Chesterfield. Riley's room became her sanctuary, a reflection of her eclectic personality. She adorned the walls with vintage posters and fairy lights, transforming the space into a cozy retreat. She spent hours scouring antique shops and thrift stores, searching for unique pieces to add to her collection.

One afternoon, while exploring the local flea market, Riley stumbled upon a mysterious key hidden amongst a pile of trinkets. Intrigued, she purchased it for a few dollars, wondering what secrets it might unlock. When she returned home, Riley headed straight for the attic, her heart pounding with excitement.

She searched every nook and cranny until she found a small locked chest hidden beneath a pile of old newspapers. With trembling hands, she inserted the key into the rusty lock, the mechanism clicking open with a satisfying sound. Inside, she discovered a collection of letters tied with a faded ribbon.

As Riley read through the letters, she uncovered the tragic love story of the previous owners. Their words painted a picture of a forbidden romance torn apart by societal expectations and family obligations. Riley felt a pang of sadness for the couple, their lives cut short by tragedy.

And as she looked out the attic window, watching the sun set over the sleepy town of Chesterfield, Riley saw a shadow lurking behind the trees, It was like someone was staring at her. She rubbed her eyes thinking she probably hallucinated, and just like that, the shadow was gone.

iii

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the sleepy town of Chesterfield, Riley found herself drawn to the attic once again. She climbed the stairs with a sense of anticipation, eager to lose herself in the stories of the past. But as she reached the top, she was met with an unexpected sight—a boy standing in the dimly lit space, his silhouette illuminated by the fading light.

"Who are you?" Riley asked, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

The boy turned to face her, his features obscured by the shadows. "I'm Andy," he said, his voice soft and haunting. "I live next door."

Riley took a step closer, her eyes adjusting to the darkness. Andy's appearance was striking, with tousled hair and dark brown eyes that seemed to hold a hint of sadness. He reminded her of a character from one of her favorite movies, mysterious and enigmatic.

"What are you doing up here?" Riley asked, her voice tinged with suspicion.

Andy shrugged, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Just exploring," he said. "I like to come up here and think."

Riley nodded, her curiosity piqued. She had always been drawn to people who were different, who didn't fit into the mold of society. And there was something about Andy that intrigued her, something she couldn't quite put her finger on.

"Are you new here?" Andy asked, breaking the silence that had settled between them.

Riley nodded. "Yeah, my family just moved in a few weeks ago. What about you?"

Andy smiled wistfully. "I've lived here my whole life," he said. "But I've never really felt like I belong."

Riley understood the feeling all too well. She had spent her entire life searching for a place where she truly felt at home, a place where she could be herself without judgment.

"Well, you're not alone," Riley said, her voice soft but determined. "We can be outsiders together."

Andy's eyes sparkled with gratitude, and for the first time in a long time, Riley felt a sense of connection—a bond forged in the darkness of the attic.

"You should probably leave now tho, before my parents see you here and call the cops thinking you're here to rob us or something", she giggled slightly, looking at the boy right in front of her who's been smiling at her. It was like he was admiring her, feeling safe by her presence.

He got up and left the attic without saying a word to her, leaving the house so quietly It was like he was never there.

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a/n : idrk what to think of this but i truly hope y'all enjoyed this chapter, lmk if you wanna be in the taglist !!

[spiderblog-mcu]

Michael Langdon makes you his bride: a short piece

The world had been levelled, the coven had been ended. Michael Langdon had finished humanity and will build it anew in his liking. In his fathers liking. But he had one last task before that, he wanted to marry you. He had never expected to find a girl as amazing as you, in fact he hadn’t expected to find a girl at all. But he couldn’t ignore your radiance at the Satanic Church. You glowed in a way that no other mortal had and he wanted to keep that alive as long as he could. First, he gave your soul to his dad - with your blessing of course. He bled you out on top of a pentagram along with himself. Both laying in blood, dying, dead, then immortal. After, he found the most beautiful gown still salvageable. There wasn’t much in a post apocalyptic world but he made it work. The ceremony took place at the sanctuary and it was a fairytale fit for the anti-Christ and his queen. The best foods from the supply, decorations made by the residents, and a stunning cake 3 tiers high. His vows to you were of up most uniqueness.

“My darling y/n, you sacrificed a lifetime of comfort to support my destiny in creating a new world. Now, I sacrifice my crown to be a devoted husband to you. I will not be a ruler, but a king with undying love for his queen. My cup was empty so you filled it, my candle with unlit so you provided the match. I will replenish this destitute world with you as my equal, and should you chose to bare my children, I would be eternally grateful.”

[thethreeeyed-raven]

⋆♱ AHS ♱⋆

navigation

🕷️fluff | 🕸️angst | 🐈‍⬛suggestive | 🪦platonic

⋆♱ MURDER HOUSE ♱⋆

⋆♱ Tate Langdon ♱⋆

🕷️ • meeting him in the murder house | gn!reader • part two

headcanons

⋆♱ Violet Harmon ♱⋆

🕷️ • being her best friend | headcanons | x gn!reader

⋆♱ ASYLUM ♱⋆

⋆♱ Kit Walker ♱⋆

🕷️ • the first step | x fem!reader

🕸️ • it’s okay to cry | x gn!reader

🕷️ • 🕸️ • home | x gn!reader

⋆♱ COVEN ♱⋆

⋆♱ Kyle Spencer ♱⋆

🕷️ • party party | x gn!reader

⋆♱ Misty Day ♱⋆

🕷️ • listening to fleetwood mac with her | x gn!reader

⋆♱ Nan ♱⋆

nothing yet

⋆♱ Queenie ♱⋆

🕷️ • being her best friend | headcanons | x gn!reader

⋆♱ Zoe Benson ♱⋆

nothing yet

⋆♱ FREAKSHOW ♱⋆

⋆♱ Dandy Mott ♱⋆

nothing yet

⋆♱ Jimmy Darling ♱⋆

🕷️ • defending him | x gn!reader

⋆♱ HOTEL ♱⋆

⋆♱ James Patrick March ♱⋆

🕷️ • buying him a dog | headcanons | x reader

⋆♱ Tristan Duffy ♱⋆

nothing yet

⋆♱ CULT ♱⋆

⋆♱ Ally Mayfair-Richards ♱⋆

nothing yet

⋆♱ Beverly Hope ♱⋆

nothing yet

⋆♱ Kai Anderson ♱⋆

nothing yet

⋆♱ APOCALYPSE ♱⋆

⋆♱ Cordelia Goode ♱⋆

🕸️ • as i watch you die | x gn!reader

⋆♱ Michael Langdon ♱⋆

🕸️ • qui totum vult totum perdit | x gn!reader

🕷️ • halloween party | x gn!reader

🕷️ • trick or treating | x gn!reader

🕷️ • bonfire night | x gn!reader

🕷️ • 5th of November | x gn!reader

🕷️ • new years | x gn!reader

🕷️ • valentines together | x gn!reader

⋆♱ Mr Gallant ♱⋆

🕷️ • being his best friend | headcanons | x gn!reader

⋆♱ 1984 ♱⋆

⋆♱ Bobby Richter ♱⋆

🕷️ • 🕸️ • 🪦 • finally | x sibling!reader

⋆♱ Xavier Plympton ♱⋆

🕷️ • i cared too much that it killed me | x gn!reader

⋆♱ DOUBLE FEATURE ♱⋆

⋆♱ Austin Sommers ♱⋆

🕷️ • 🕸️ • saving you from the pale people | x gn!reader

⋆♱ Harry Gardner ♱⋆

nothing yet

⋆♱ TB Karen ♱⋆

🕷️ • inspiration | x gn!reader

⋆♱ Valiant Thor ♱⋆

nothing yet

@lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom • @fangsp1der-2099 • @knight-of-flowerss

[myfavouritelunatic]

Four Fictional Crushes!

I was tagged by the wonderful @pursuitseternal and @myrsinemezzo - thank you both! 🥰

1. Halbrand/Sauron/Annatar(?)

2. Loki

3. Michael Langdon

4. Willow Rosenberg

Tagging for funsies, no pressure: @denzit @teddyniffler @theriverwild @thrillofhope @scriberated @shady-swan-jones @gil-galadhwen @90shaladriel @coraleethroughthelookingglass and anyone else that wants to share 😘

[nephilimsss]

𝗴𝗶𝗺𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 ! michael langdon masterlist

PAIRING ➨ michael langdon x ooc brides of dracula GENRE ➨ fiction SUMMARY ➨ shortly after the apocalypse happens, survivors go into hiding in outposts that are set up around the world. outpost 3, however, doesn't realize that three of the people that have taken up residence in their walls are vampires, feeding on the others whilst they are asleep. all they know is that they are finding bite marks on them, and have little to no recollection as to how they are getting them. when michael langdon makes his way into outpost 3, the vampires are keen on making him the fourth in the relationship. WARNINGS ➨ maybe some smut in later chapters, death, manipulation, vampires, blood, it's michael, so there might be a few satanic references, though i am not one myself, the end of the world. the title is taken from the song IYDKMGTHTKY (gimme that) by type o negative, but it's mostly due to the vibes of the song. it's dark, sexy, and it always reminds of michael and the brides of dracula from van helsing (2004). MAIN MASTERLIST

o.oi :: too bad, so sad !

[beastsovrevelation]

Characters I'm madly attracted to: Michael Langdon (American Horror Story)

[ask-michael-langdon]

Heavy canon Michael Langdon roleplay muse. But also more evil ig - A fictional portrayal of the antichrist from American Horror Story played by Cody Fern. Written by Dani: @langdonss - she/her. Multi-Fandom, OC, Self-RP friendly! Send as many asks as your heart desires it keeps me occupied! This is all just for fun! have a nice day!

[rhaenyra-the-gracious]

All males, because I'm straight. :)

I was tagged by lovely @nataliajames, thank you, Nat!

I tag:

@atlantidea

@redthreadoffate

@keikomiura

@carrionsflower

@nynazenik

@aryasnow

@theroncharlize

@bloodbuzz-ohio

@yenneferschaos

@bymine

@christopherherondale

@euphcme

@starswerealigned

@widowkills

@lucy-ghoul

@lordlykisses

@henrywinteris

[ajokeformur-ray]

Arthur Fleck, Eddie Munson, Michael Langdon, Astarion Acunin, Dream of the Endless...

Between these five, I'm not sure what my type is when it comes to fictional men, but it's a sure assortment of long-haired, traumatic pasts, needs therapy, needs a super long hug, desperation to be seen and loved...

Trying to tell yourself something, Eri?👀😂

[michaelangdonsslut]

Tales Of The Shadows

Hey guys! Introducing my new fic called tales of the shadows 🖤

The first story will be kinda inspired by ahs murder house because I'm just obsessed with the ghost vibe and the characters!

This "book' is also available on my Wattpad : horrorchronicles :)

Characters ;

Riley Bennett, a 17 year old troubled teenager who struggles with fitting into her new surroundings and copes with personal challenges. She has a penchant for the macabre. Portrayed by reader. Peter Bennett, Dad of Riley and he’s a writer. His passion is writing for the horror genre and especially paranormal. Marie Bennett, Mother of Riley, pregnant and she doesn’t work at the moment. Andy Hamilton, a 17 year old depicted as a troubled and complex teenager with a dark past. Neighbour of the Bennett family, portrayed by Evan Peters.

That's It for now! First chapter will be published tomorrow 🤎

[7-wonders]

Hiii, cutie here, very willing to talk about cute fictional men lol, currently on my mind is of course Michael langdon, specifically soft, sleepy Michael who just wants to cuddle 🥺

On god though he would be such a sleepy boy!! You have an alarm and are trying to get up only for his arms to tighten around you like a vice grip as he whines, “noooooo don’t leave meeeeee.” You almost always give in and end up cuddling for longer than you should.

[bebx]

“How could you like this fictional character? They’re a bad person!” — “How could you ship this fictional character with this other fictional character? That character is disgusting and a bad person while the character you ship them with is a good person and they hate each other in canon” are such funny takes because the whole point is that they’re fictional & you already lost the argument the second you say something like this, because by saying it, you imply that you think real people’s morality should be judged based on how they consume fictional media and in result, you end up implying other people, or you yourself, cannot separate fiction from reality. It’s okay to like a villain, fictional psychopath because you think their character is neat or well written or for whatever reason as long as your brain knows what the difference between fiction and reality is, and as long as you don’t go kill people in real life. I won’t think you’re a bad person just because you like a fictional character who, according to the fandom police, is disgusting.

“That character is dead” — and???? My brother in Christ they were never real to begin with. Joke’s on you if you think a character’s being canonically dead means people will automatically stop liking them when there’re thousands of fanarts, fanfics they can enjoy in which said character is alive and well. Or they can stay dead, the angst is just as delicious.

“This character is disgusting and a bad person” — again, you already lost the second you imply you think a person’s morality can be judged based on whether or not they like a fictional villain who’s “disgusting and messed up”

“These characters canonically hate each other so you can’t ship them” — there’re thousands of well written fics where characters who hate each other go from enemies to lovers, people can enjoy these. Or they can stay enemies, it’s so sexy when they try to unalive each other, actually.

They’re characters I don’t like, and there’re ships that make me uncomfortable, and I’ll admit there were times in the past where I got into arguments with people who have different opinions regarding which characters they hate or stan, or who they ship, etc, but I’ve never harassed people over fictional characters and I’ve learned to no longer engage with things I don’t like/ don’t agree with/ things that make me uncomfortable or are triggering to me, instead of interacting with them. I don’t go out of my way to tell other people how they can or can’t enjoy characters from movies or tv shows.

And since we’re at it, I’m shamelessly promoting characters who, according to the Fandom Police with High Moral Standards, are fvcked up and disgusting. Some of them are dead. You can either hate them or root for them, I don’t really care how you enjoy fictional characters, but here ya go:

Art the Clown from Terrifier franchise

Sweeney Todd from Sweeney Todd: the Demon Barber of Fleet Street

Vecna from Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove from Stranger Things

Patrick Bateman from American Psycho

Norman Bates from Psycho and Bates Motel

Hannibal Lecter from NBC Hannibal, The Silence of the Lamb

Loki from Marvel

Hela from Marvel

Namor from Marvel

Thanos from Marvel

Erik Killmonger from Marvel

Joker from DC

Pennywise from IT

Michael Myers from Halloween franchise

Freddy Krueger from A Nightmare on Elm Street

Leatherface from The Texas Chainsaw Massacre franchise

Morgana Pendragon from BBC Merlin

Michael Langdon from American Horror Story

Tate Langdon from American Horror Story

Ghostface from Scream franchise

Joe Goldberg from Netflix’s YOU

Love Quinn from Netflix’s YOU

Feel free to add your Blorbo to the list, and let people enjoy fandom(s) however they want; how strangers enjoy fiction is not your business.