#* ✶ 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐌 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘 // millie manx .

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"question - is that coffee pot...machine...thing...supposed to do that?"

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i want a plot where a stalker / killer ( a j*oe g*oldberg type ) targets millie without knowing her history and her true nature. they make the mistake of kidnapping her and keeping her prisoner in their home. millie plays along, then manages to escape her bonds and the game is on from there.

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VERSE NAME: Human Desperation AGE APPEARANCE: 12-17 years old MAIN SETTING: Present day, post canon. Gun Barrel, Colorado DESCRIPTION: Millie attempted to stay at the Sleigh House property as a ‘vampire’ after it was cleared out, feeding off of those who dared to trespass. Unfortunately for her, the FBI had been keeping a close eye on the place just in case something else popped up. Once the dead bodies started appearing, they swooped in with the local police department. She tried to run and hide like she had before, but was quickly caught. Her attempt to fight them failed and her ornament was shattered in the ensuing fight, causing her humanity to apparently return. 

Realizing that she was in a bad position, Millie quickly fell into playing the part of the frightened little girl who was all alone in the world. The FBI ran her DNA through their databases to see if they could find her family and were shocked to discover that she was Charlie Manx’s direct descendant. They worried that being connected to him in that manner would harm her chances of being taken in by someone, but their worries were quickly waved away when a couple reached out to them. They lived a few towns away from Gun Barrel and had heard about Millie’s discovery, so they wanted to take her in. 

This couple couldn’t have children of their own and had originally planned on staying childfree, but their obsession with t/rue c/rime made taking Millie in far too tempting for them. They had plenty of money, so the little girl got anything that she could ever want. Good therapists, an excellent education, the ability to travel anywhere that she wanted to on her vacations. She used their obsession to convince them to buy the Sleigh House property when it went up for sale and rebuild the house and the barn. 

They gave Millie the barn to do with as she pleased and she quickly turned it into her own private workshop. It began to host her various hobbies, including her obsession with Christmas. Twinkling lights decorated the place from top to bottom, trees stood in various corners, ornaments glitter on the shelves. Her guardians aren’t happy with her Christmas obsession, but they let her be as long as she keeps it hidden away in the barn. 

During all this, Millie is desperately looking for a way back into Christmasland. She hoped beyond hope that she was a Creative like Charlie and that she would eventually find a way to inherit her inscape. She tried everything that she could get her hands on, from roller skates to bicycles and even skateboards but nothing worked. With each passing year, she grew more and more desperate and scared that she was going to fail Charlie once again.

Two days after her sixteenth birthday, however, everything changed. Her foster dad took her to an older gentleman who was selling his old car, a 1958 Plymouth Fury hardtop. It was beaten to hell and back and barely ran. However, when Millie sat behind the wheel, she instantly knew that this was what she’d been looking for for so long. She begged him to buy it, despite how borderline hopeless the repairs look. Eventually, he gave in and bought the car and had it towed to the Sleigh House. 

Millie was thankful that one of the hobbies that she’d picked up over the years was cars. She immediately went to work, figuring out what needed replacing ( pretty much everything ) and what could stay. She literally put her blood, sweat, and tears into hours of work to make the Plymouth run once more. Months later, her hard work paid off despite the initial doubts. The car was looking and running as beautifully as it did when it rolled out of the factory. 

Now in possession of her own knife, Millie became certain of two things: Ch/ristmasland would be resurrected and V/ictoria M/cQueen will pay for what she’s done.

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"but father, you don't understand. you have to come! the lights went out and the white crept up all the way to the sleighcoaster! everyone's scared that if the lights go out again, the white might swallow us all."

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c: "that is because you are my little christmas elf. eskimo kiss." m: "butterfly kiss."

charlie & millie, pre-christmasland

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c: "don't you fret your little head about that. momma's just worried about...grown up things. truth be told, i don't think she has very much faith in your old man." m: "i have faith in my old man." c: "do you, kiddo?" m: "i always will. forever and ever and ever and ever."

charlie & millie, pre-christmasland.

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i have my 𝙈𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍'𝙎 𝙅𝙊𝙔 and my 𝙵𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁'𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 in me they're always at 𝐖𝐀𝐑.

feat. @wraith-of-christmas-future

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When the ornament was shattered, those "in the know" thought that Millie was mostly returned to the child that she had been before C/hristmasland. Her teeth shifted to normal teeth ( with noticeable sharper than typical canines ), her skin lost its pallor and black veins, and her internal temperature shifted to just a couple of degrees below what's typical. However, the white in her hair remained and is something that she actively dyes to keep from standing out quite as much.

Physically, she also began to age like a normal child. However, her mind was much older than her physical body. Despite having the overall appearance of a teen, she has the mind and maturity of an older adult. It's something that she has to actively hide, although she's been known to slip up.

While her humanity and sense of right and wrong mostly returned, she still has similar murderous impulses and instincts that she had while in Christm/asland. She hides it well and has picked up tricks and hobbies over the years that have helped her curb these impulses and keep them under control.

Overall, Millie is still an incredibly dangerous individual. She just hides it very, very well.

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A Desperate Plea.

Music blasted through the barn that had been converted into a workshop and garage, the singer shouting about digging through the ditches and burning through the witches, as the brunette teen studied the engine of the now fire engine red Plymouth. Millie had spent the last few months looking over various materials, working with the local mechanic, and pouring her blood, sweat and tears to refurbish this car. By all accounts, she should purr to life when the teen turns the key. Yet, all the engine would do is groan and sputter before falling silent once more. What had she done wrong?

Millie closed the hood in frustration, careful not to slam it, and slid into the driver’s seat once more. She turned the key, listening as it turned on, and made a few noises before that damnable quiet fell once again. A heavy sadness settled over her entire being, bottom lip quivering as tears filled her eyes. Hopelessness twisted and mingled with sadness, causing her to place her head against the steering wheel.

Fingers now curled around the wheel, clutching it tight enough to turn her knuckles bone white. What was she doing wrong? Why couldn’t she get this to work? Was she really that much of a failure? 

Sobs wracked her small frame as she sat there, forehead against the wheel, heavy music blasting around the outside of the car. While she entertained herself and filled her time with petty pursuits, such as jewelry making and traveling when she wasn’t in school, there were only two things that she really and truly wanted: to return home to Christmasland and to spend time with her Father once again. This car was the key, Millie knew it. So why couldn’t she get it to run?

“I just want to go home,” she half whispered, half sobbed. “I just want to go home to Christmasland. I want to ride the Sleighcoaster and play hide and seek in the ice maze and….and….” Her grip grew painfully tight, as she begged any power that would listen for help. “- I want to hug Father again. And…and apologize to him. I-I need this! I don’t know how much longer I can live with these people.” 

Her chest ached with longing as a trembling hand reached for the key once more. “Please,” she whispered. “Please let me go home. Please let me see Father again. PLEASE!”

She turned it once, twice…

The engine suddenly roared to life, causing Millie to lift her head in shock. Music filled the interior of the car, swelling around her in a song that was always a favorite. A sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a sob escaped her throat as she hastily scrambled to close the driver’s side door. Even as she straightened her posture and made herself more comfortable, she could feel something new thrumming within her.

Hope. Happiness. Power. 

“I’m finally going home,” she whispered. “I'm coming, Christmasland!”

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like this for a starter of varying lengths from m*illie m*anx. we're going to be playing in her post canon, mildly unwilling human verse.

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For her fourteenth birthday, Millie got a pair of bonded kittens that she named Tinsel and Twinkle. Tinsel is a female cat with a no nonsense type of attitude and is the clear brain cell holder for the pair. There are times where she seems almost human and has been known to fetch things for Millie when asked. Twinkle only holds one or two of the brain cells and often finds himself in trouble that no one is quite sure how he got into. He's a bit of a lovable idiot. Millie heavily dotes on both of them, often spoiling them with treats and toys.

Wherever Millie goes, Tinsel and Twinkle are never far behind. They often trot at her feet, ready to attack if it seems like she's being threatened or annoyed. No one besides Millie is allowed to touch or hold them, not even Bridget and John, the couple that took her in. Tinsel and Twinkle are Millie's own personal protectors and her best friends.

Millie's not sure if they can come to Chri/stmasland with her, but she's damn determined to try when the time comes.