#munsheadcanons

((SO, update to my previous post: @spook-wolf saw my previous post about that shot of Lewis looking like Mallew and made this amazing edit and tbh I'm speechless. It's my boi. It's Mallew. In canon style. I'm speechless and so happy and aaaaAAAAAAHHHHH-))

The king is somewhat hesitant to speak for a moment, but there were many who knew of the dragons now, so he supposed there was no need to skimp on details."Very well," he said with a soft smile, the benevolent king continuing with an admiring, gentle tone...He did quite love his precious hatchlings, after all."There are three: Snuffles, Mr. Fluffles, and  Alejandro. Snuffles is the only one that's really outgoing: he's a lovely emerald green, and is quite curious, excitable, and active. He likes to hoard shiny objects: armor, jewelry, plates and silverware...I try to discourage him, but it's hard to say no at times."He chuckles, casually clicking his claws together as he continues: "Mr. Fluffles is a bit reclusive: he keeps to himself, hoarding warm and fluffy things. Tapestries, carpets, clothing and fur pelts, wherever he can find them. He has deep green scales, and red eyes, making him quite unique coloration-wise, but I hardly see him. He likes to bury himself into his hoard, and only comes out for food, to get groomed, or to tussle with his fellow dragons. He's a rather introverted beast, no doubting that." The king reclined on his throne slightly, absentmindedly twirling a few wispy ends of his pompadour between his fingers as he spoke about the final dragon, his tone somewhat uncomfortable: "Alejandro is...quite disturbed, in all truth. He's the largest of the three, and certainly the most feral. I believe the former king was grooming him the most for combat, training him the most to become a killer, and that cruelty has yet to leave him be. He's the oldest of the three, first to hatch, and is a pale green, with thinner scales than the others and many, many scars."The king's eyes locked onto the ground, his jaw clenching slightly before he spoke again, stating with crystal-clear sorrow: "He is ill in his mind, I think. Alone, his comrades not yet hatched, Arthur likely treated him with as much cruelty as he thought necessary, and the poor thing views all creatures even remotely resembling a human shape as a threat. He trusts no one by his fellow dragons, and even with me he is filled with caution and fear. I must offer my hand to him to smell and examine before I touch him each time, and he often rejects my presence, showing anger towards me, and is very territorial."He shook his head."That poor wyrm, living each day in fear and pain, given no praise, no kindness save for the occasional prisoner tossed to him as food, for years upon years...he doesn't even keep a hoard: he nests with fellow dragons, hiding in Mr. Fluffes' den of cloth, or coiling up behind Snuffles atop his piles of stolen kitchenware. I'm not certain what to do with him at times, but I hope, with time, he may learn to enjoy life more and more. No being deserves to be treated that way..." Mallew growled, grimacing, a small exhale of flame emerging from his lips as he concluded, pain and anger clear in his tone: "I, above all others, should know."

But, at least they’re happy. 

The merfolk are quite diverse in their daily activities, all things considered.Arthur is a well-known repair person (cecaelia?) on the reef, and spends a good chunk of his day doing odd jobs around town.His many nimble tentacles, ability to squash and stretch his form, and general technical know-how regarding all sorts of gadgets and magical trinkets make him a well-regarded (if not skiddish) handiman around town.Vivi spends most of her time handling the paranormal investigation side of the business, fixing magical problems, summonings gone wrong, and helping to repair the illusion spells that keep the reef safe from the outside world during waking hours.And, speaking of the outside world, you can also find her swimming after the occasional boat in her off-time, as well. She's super duper careful, of course, but catching a glimpse of actual, living humans is always a treat.Mystery spends most of his time following one of the two, making sure Arthur isn't getting too stressed out or stretching himself too thin with his work (both literally and figuratively), and ensuring that Vivi doesn't get into TOO much trouble...The last thing he needs is to lose another one.And as for Lewis, well...As one of the many monsters lurking in the depths of the Triangle, his days are spent living through the throws of the curse laid upon him: constantly wandering, starving, only violence and carnal, ceaseless hunger driving his giant, monstrous form. Whether it's tangling with other sea monsters, tearing off what fins and flesh of their's he can to munch on, or sinking ships unlucky enough to be sailing through these cursed waters, picking off what sorry souls end up in the water, Lewis' twisted existence consists of simple, horrifying pleasures.But every once in a while, when he is  almost satiated, when he can grasp weakly onto thoughts other than hunger and rage, there is some part of him that knows who he was, that realizes what he has become, some part of him that longs for days gone by, for normalcy and hope and closeness to the ones he cared about.But those thoughts are always dismissed as quickly as they come, and so the cursed mershark continues on his way, leaving destruction and death in his wake.

((Also, unrelated, but this iconic moment from Hellbent is about as close to a canon shot of Mallew I'm ever gonna get. Only things that are missing are his claws, bigger fangs, and a manic smile. Might eventually draw that, actually...(still gotta finish his ref too, oof)))

“Had a couple of other forms here and there, but nothing all that fancy. I was quite content to just be a big, kind of monstrous space-being most of the time. I was a lot flashier and bold when I was younger, I suppose.”

If you threw a borrower Vivi at him he’d probably just scream for his servants to get her far, far away from him, and he’d probably go find a quiet, secluded place to try and get control over himself and avoid a relapse.))

“Wouldn’t mind a partner of another supernatural species than demons though, but I can’t stand goody-two-shoes, can’t have some douche that’s just gonna stand there and judge me. This world kept me cooped up in a cave without a body for god knows how long, as far as I’m concerned I’m owed any DAMN thing I wanna take.”