#holli cool world

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۶ৎ HOLLIWOOD TEMPTRESS: THE SURREAL BEAUTY & SEDUCTION OF HOLLI WOULD. MANIFESTATION & SCRIPTING PACK ˙⋆.˚

This is for the lovely people who want to manifest stuff about themselves or script this in their shifting script! this pack is a "holli would" from cool world theme ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ enjoy! oh and also I haven't watched cool world so forgive me If I get anything wrong about her, I just based this on the clips and edits I've seen of her.

𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝒪𝒻 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝒸𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓃

You don’t walk into a room—you make an entrance, leaving trails of gold dust and neon dreams behind you. There’s a reason directors stop mid-sentence when you pass by. You are the close-up, the lingering gaze, the femme fatale they can’t rewrite. Silver screens were built to worship you, and every flashing light knows your name.

𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝒾𝓃 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒞𝒶𝓃’𝓉 𝒬𝓊𝒾𝓉

You exhale slow, letting the world breathe you in like forbidden air. Lips painted in deep reds, voice dripping like melted wax—you don’t chase, you lure. They lean in, helpless, trapped in the rhythm of your existence. You are velvet gloves slipping off one finger at a time, the slow burn of something they should resist but never do.

𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒟𝒶𝓎𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂

You are the love song they play in empty diners at midnight, the lipstick print on the rim of a forgotten glass. There’s something about you—too sweet, too dangerous. A beauty that belongs to another time, yet here you are, making fools out of everyone lucky enough to witness it. You don’t just break hearts—you sculpt them into something prettier before you leave.

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭���𝐨𝐧 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹𝓈𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒟𝒾𝓋𝒶

They don’t know whether to kiss you or carve your name into their skin. You’re the soft sigh before disaster, the diamond-sharp edge of a smile that cuts just right. You walk like a warning, speak like poetry, and love like a war that nobody ever wins. But oh, they’d still march into battle for you—every single time.

𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐫 𝐄𝐜𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝓃’𝓈 𝐹𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒

The night sky adores you, cradles you in its arms, and whispers secrets only you can hear. Your beauty isn’t just seen—it’s felt, lingering in the air like the last note of a haunting melody. People look at you and see constellations they can’t name, feel tides shifting in places they didn’t know existed. You don’t belong to this world, but oh, how it worships you anyway.

𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐥 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝓊𝑔𝒶𝓇-𝒞𝑜𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒮𝓎𝓃

Soft to the touch, lethal underneath. You smell like flowers in bloom and taste like the last thing they’ll ever want on their lips. Every glance, every movement—calculated, devastating. You don’t just wear beauty, you wield it, leaving wreckage in your wake, wrapped in pink ribbons and the scent of something too suspiciously sweet to be safe.

𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐁𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉 𝒪𝒻 𝒮𝑒𝓍 𝒜𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒶��

Men forget how to speak when you look at them. It’s not just the curve of your smile or the way you move—it’s the way you exist. Every glance feels like a promise they’ll never be good enough for. Your presence alone makes them sweat, makes them trip over their words, makes them wish they had a chance. But you don’t give chances. You decide.

𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐥 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒯𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒞𝒶𝓃’𝓉 𝐻𝑜𝓁𝒹

You shimmer like liquid gold, impossible to contain. They try to keep you, wrap you up in velvet and chain you in love songs—but you were never meant to be owned. You are the treasure at the end of a journey that no one is worthy of. They reach, they ache, they crave—but you are already gone.

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐿𝒾𝓅𝓈 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝐷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂 𝒪𝒻

You leave traces of yourself wherever you go—on the rim of a glass, on the collar of a shirt, in the back of someone’s mind where longing turns into obsession. You don’t just captivate, you haunt. Every word you speak is smoke curling in the air, lingering long after you’ve disappeared. You taste like danger, like something they should have never touched—but now they’ll die without another taste.

𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐭 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝒾𝓃 𝒯𝒉𝑒𝓎 𝐵𝑒𝑔 𝐹𝑜𝓇

They know better, but it doesn’t stop them. Your presence is temptation in its purest form—languid, knowing, irresistible. You are the kind of mistake people make twice, three times, as many times as it takes to ruin them completely. And when they fall to their knees, begging for absolution, you simply smile. Because you were never the sin. You were the consequence.

𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒮𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓉

You glow like neon against midnight, a vision in gold and scarlet. There’s something tragic about your beauty—like a love letter never sent, like the final note of a song before the record skips. They pray at your feet, whisper your name like a secret, but you are already somewhere else, fading like a dream they wake up from too soon.

𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐷𝒾𝓈𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒟𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓉𝑒

You are untouched, yet entirely ruined—an angel with lipstick smeared, a vision of purity wrapped in something far more wicked. They think you are innocence, but you know better. Behind every flutter of your lashes is a dare, behind every smile is a promise they won’t recover from. You make them ache for something they can’t name, and when they finally realize what it is—it’s already too late.

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑅𝒾𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝒫𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝒪𝒻 𝒜 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎

Your existence is poetry that should have never been written—too raw, too cruel, too beautiful for this world. They try to capture you, to turn you into something they can keep, but you are a masterpiece meant to be glimpsed, not owned. They will spend the rest of their lives searching for something that feels even half as real as you did in that single, fleeting moment.

𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐹𝓇𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝐷𝑜𝓁𝓁 𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝒞𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝐵𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀 𝒴𝑜𝓊

You shimmer like something delicate, something precious. But they forget—glass can cut, and cherries stain. You are not a thing to be handled carelessly, and those who try soon learn that your beauty is laced with sharp edges. They admire you, they adore you, they ruin themselves trying to hold you close. But in the end, it’s their own hands that end up bleeding.

𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓎 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐻𝒶𝓊𝓃𝓉𝓈

Your beauty isn’t just admired—it lingers. It clings to the air long after you’ve gone, like perfume on sheets, like fingerprints on glass. They will see you in the reflection of shop windows, in the flicker of candlelight, in the silence of their own thoughts. You are not simply remembered—you are felt, forever, in ways they never asked for and will never escape.

𝐍𝐨𝐢𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐹𝒾𝓁𝓂 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝐶𝒶𝓃’𝓉 𝐹𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓉

You belong in black-and-white, in cigarette smoke curling through the air, in the slow, deliberate drag of a red-painted nail across a lover’s wrist. They watch you like a scene they can’t rewind, a moment they can’t relive. And when the credits roll, when the lights come up, they are left wanting—wishing they had just one more moment in the dark with you.

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐦𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒞𝒶𝓃’𝓉 𝐸𝓍𝒽𝒶𝓁𝑒

You move like a whisper, like a song that drifts through an open window on a summer night. People close their eyes and swear they can still feel you—on their skin, in their breath, wrapped around their ribs like a secret they were never meant to keep. You are a memory that never fades, a scent that lingers long after the bottle has shattered.

𝐌𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐲 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐹𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝒯𝒉𝒶𝓉 𝒟𝓇𝒾𝓅𝓈

You are decadence, desire, and destruction all at once—too much, too hot, too dangerous. They reach for you, thinking they can handle the burn, but you are not meant to be held. You are meant to be worshipped. Every step you take is a slow drip of something they’ll never deserve, and yet—they crave it anyway.

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♡𝙈𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙞 𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝟭𝟵𝟴𝟳♡

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Holli Would - Cool World (1992)

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Cool World | Director: Ralph Bakshi Studio: Paramount | USA, 1992

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Some out of context doodles

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Cool World (1992) // dir. Ralph Bakshi

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[importantbusinessdinosaur]

Girls Night Out

ko-fi | commissions open| Patreon

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kinda went crazy style at the antique market today

[jessicarabbitworld]

Coming soon - an uplifting musical about Toontown’s biggest rivals! Jessica Rabbit and Holli Would star in “Wickeder!” Can these two divas get along? Featuring hit songs: No One Scorns The Bitches, Survive Insanity, The Rabbit and I, I’m Not That Toon, and everyone’s favorite, Jugular. 🎶 Jugular I’ll go for your jugUUUlar So don’t you look at me You’re just not worthy And I’ll slap you right on sight Now, let’s go ‘Cause this diva’s ready… to fight!🎶

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Holli Would dancing in Cool World, 1992

[redjoey1992]

You know what Hell in Viv's shows, Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel remind me of? They reminded me of a very obscure film that nobody's ever heard of, but should be worth checking out.

The movie is called Cool World, and it's about a doodle named Holli Would who wanted to have sex with noid cartoonist Jack Deebs, even though it's against the law for doodles to have sex with noids. It sounds ludicrous, but the premise speaks for itself

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Cool World

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Cool World (1992)

[maingh0st]

idk if holly has ever addressed the folk's origins but i have spent an unnecessary amount of time thinking about it and have decided they're immigrants

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