Fan Works
My "mother" is Brigit Stark. She's beautiful. Angelic even. A face that would make anyone swoon and a body most women would kill to have. Even after having three children.
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She wore the mask of the mourning wife in public as she planned [my father's] funeral. She even spoke about getting help for depression and suicidal thoughts. She's an actress that would put movie stars to shame. She was a completely different person from what I knew. And the whole time, in my home, she made sure Sterling and Clem knew I was "deserving" of the punishment she would give me. She yelled at me for trying to suggest that she was to blame.
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Brigit is no mother. She's a monster. A demon wrapped in an angel's skin. She ruined my life. And still continues to do so.
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She wore the mask of the mourning wife in public as she planned [my father's] funeral. She even spoke about getting help for depression and suicidal thoughts. She's an actress that would put movie stars to shame. She was a completely different person from what I knew. And the whole time, in my home, she made sure Sterling and Clem knew I was "deserving" of the punishment she would give me. She yelled at me for trying to suggest that she was to blame.
[...]
Brigit is no mother. She's a monster. A demon wrapped in an angel's skin. She ruined my life. And still continues to do so.
— Cinder Stark, My Name Is Cinder
Film — Animation
"[Lotso] may seem plush and huggable on the outside, but inside, he's a monster."
— Buttercup, Toy Story 3
Film — Live Action
Sir Aldridge once wrote in his diary, "I know God makes no mistakes, but I believe he may have been drunk when he built Gertrude's personality."
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On the morning of October 25th, 1894, Sir Aldridge awoke, furious, when his breakfast was not waiting for him. So he called to his servants, but none of them responded. Why? Because, during the night, one by one, they had each been stabbed to death in their sleep. It was later discovered they were murdered by his eldest daughter, Gertrude Aldridge.
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Now, to spare the family public humiliation, instead of turning her in to the police, they locked her in this basement. And they fed her... through this slot.
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On the morning of October 25th, 1894, Sir Aldridge awoke, furious, when his breakfast was not waiting for him. So he called to his servants, but none of them responded. Why? Because, during the night, one by one, they had each been stabbed to death in their sleep. It was later discovered they were murdered by his eldest daughter, Gertrude Aldridge.
[...]
Now, to spare the family public humiliation, instead of turning her in to the police, they locked her in this basement. And they fed her... through this slot.
— Tour Guide Garret, Ghostbusters (2016)
Let's Plays
"As you can tell by his lovely little smile and adorable little eyes, he's a fucking monster."
— Mr. Gibbs, THE ALMIGHTY LOAF KILLS
Literature
In the radical theory of reanimation, they saw noting but the immature vagaries of a youthful enthusiast, whose slight form, yellow hair, spectacled blue eyes and soft voice gave no hint of the supernormal - almost diabolical - power of the cold brain within.
Outwardly, Schiller is the very image of a successful televangelist. He's tall but trim, early sixties but spry, his silver hair immaculately coiffed. He wears a conservatively cut charcoal suit and a navy blue tie, a small lapel-pin cross the only obvious adornment. His smile is kindly; his blue eyes twinkle so brightly that it is almost impossible to imagine the damned soul screaming behind them.
Something about the way she'd wrapped her horror movie heart in ribbons and bows had reminded him of a corpse that hadn't been properly embalmed, like she was pretty on the outside and rotten on the inside. Terrifying and subtly wrong.
— Come Tumbling Down on Vampire Vannabe murderess Jill
"The girl's a rancid bucket of leeches on the inside, but she has a face that could move angels to murder."
— Jack Wolcott, Every Heart a Doorway
Music
Okay, you're pretty; your face is a work of art
Your smile could light up New York City after dark
Okay, you're Coverboy pretty, stamped with a beauty mark
But it's such a pity a boy so pretty with an ugly heart
Your smile could light up New York City after dark
Okay, you're Coverboy pretty, stamped with a beauty mark
But it's such a pity a boy so pretty with an ugly heart
— G.R.L., "Ugly Heart"
Video Games
Swamp Thing: I see past your beauty.
Poison Ivy: Really? And what do you see?
Swamp Thing: Rotted, withered roots.
Poison Ivy: Really? And what do you see?
Swamp Thing: Rotted, withered roots.
"Yeah, who knew. She always seems so sweet and innocent in her videos."
— Ratchet speaking about Courtney Gears after watching a genocidal music video, Ratchet & Clank: Up Your Arsenal
"You know... Before we start, I just have to say that it's crazy. For a man who kidnapped and murdered several women in cold blood, you oddly don't look the type, under the mask... I'd guess that's how you slipped past our radar for so long."'
Visual Novels
Venus: Tryin' to cause trouble, are you? Keep on like that... ...and I'll wrap your whole body in firecrackers and set 'em off. That'll give you somethin' to tremble about!
Judge: You have a startlingly disturbing mind behind that sweet and innocent face, young lady.
Judge: You have a startlingly disturbing mind behind that sweet and innocent face, young lady.
— The Great Ace Attorney: Resolve, Case G2-4: "Twisted Karma and His Last Bow"
Real Life
"Monaca-chan, just based on appearance, gives you the feeling that she has some special circumstance about her, but in reality, it is not at that level... She is a terrible little girl. She can be angelic, and she can also be a demon."
— Aya Hirano describing her character in Danganronpa Another Episode: Ultra Despair Girls
"When there are beasts that lurk in the night, when there are predators in the shadows, waiting and watching to snatch us away into the abyss, it falls into the hands of man to take up the vigil and tread into darkness. But to brave the shadows takes a certain kind of... madness. Madness that driven by bloodlust, transforms the hunter into the very beasts they slay. Madness that, upon the revelation of some eldritch truth, wracks the hunter's mind with claws of paranoia and the grips of insanity. Madness that compels the hunter to dress like a child lying in wait for her prey before emptying a 20-round magazine into an unfortunate mark."
— ''Sugar Punch Design Works
describing B.B. Hood
describing B.B. Hood