RP blog for Bowser, Bowser Jr and kamek!

“Which reptiles? ‘Cuz if it’s a certain fire-breathin’ king, then ya might be onto somethin’.”

“Oh, let me check,” Ken said, pulling out his phone to open up his calender app. He always had to save things, otherwise he’d totally forget about them.

“Hm… I got a fight tomorrow, and it looks like I’m pretty busy the rest’uv the week… Are ya free today? I know it’s short notice but if y’haven’t got anythin’ on then I’m down.”

“Well that works out just perfect!” His voice was now at it’s usual near-booming volume. Slapping a hand on Ken’s back, he reached his other hand into his shell, pulling out his own- comically small when compared to him- smartphone. Bringing it down to about eye level for Ken, the screen displayed Bowser’s own schedule; Father-son time with Junior, Ludwig’s piano practice, Taking Wendy to the mall, all sorts of small things to do, each riddled with small breaks to allow free time.

Well, Ken certainly hadn’t been expecting that. But… it was moreso a pleasant surprise than anything else, and it gave him a chance to make another friend around here.

“That sounds great! I’d love to,” the blonde responded with a smile. “Y’seem pretty interestin’ ya’self!”

Coyly turning his head to the side, he snorted a tiny bit of smoke from his Nostrils.

Ken blinked in surprise at Bowser’s sudden kindness. He hesitated for a moment before taking the flowers, looking over them before glancing back up at the king.

“Oh, thank ya,” he replied, finding the encounter awkward himself although he was usually comfortable socially. “I uh… don’t mean t’sound ungrateful but… why? I mean, I appreciate it, I’m just confused.”

“You, uh.” He looked down at the floor, as if looking for the correct response somewhere along the carpet. “...You just seemed interesting and I wanted to get ta know you summore, y’know?” He tilted his head back, Claws sheepishly finding their way to the back of his neck.

    ❝Oh yah, everyone is-a back from-a that spooky town, eh? –I-I      sorta wish I joined ya instead of goin’ through-a that spooky hotel…❞

@koopa-royals​ said: A certain Koopa king is waiting outside Ken's door, gently knocking on it with his knuckles. "Ken? Y'in there, Ken?"

The door was opened by a somewhat groggy looking Ken, who raised an eyebrow curiously when he saw Bowser standing there.

“Yeah, m’here, what do ya want?” he asked, sounding indifferent as he ran a hand through his messy blonde hair. He hadn’t been expecting to really talk to him again, and he looked different without all that fur.

Ken’s tail lashed violently in protest as it was batted by the paw. He felt a surge of instinctual fire flare through his body as it suddenly burst out. His entire body was engulfed- no, became hellish flame, his form becoming untouchable so he could slip out from Meowser’s grasp.

The fire disappeared as soon as it came, and he stumbled back a little, flapping his wings instinctively to keep himself from falling. He looked down at his claws in shock, then up at Meowser.

“I didn’t know I could do that…”

Meowser leaned back, chest puffed out slightly and every fur on his tail standing on end. That was certainly unexpected. “I didn’t know humans could do that either! Though I guess you ain’t exactly a human right now, huh? I think the only human I’ve seen catch on fire n live is.... Mario....” His fur returned to its sleeker, resting position, and he raised a paw to his chin.

Ken had opened his mouth to make a debatably intelligent response to Meowser’s comment about dark magic… Only to be forced to let out a surprised yelp as his tail was grabbed, even though it wasn’t harsh.

“H- hey! Don’t touch it like that,” he squeaked, the free end of his tail lashing back and forth. To Ken, it was like having his hair pulled… from his backside.

As Ken’s tail began to lash around, Meowser’s ears folded back and his pupils narrowed to paper-thin slits. “Huh? D’you say something?” Pay no mind to him, he isn’t listening. Unfortunately, being a cat meant he had all the instincts of a cat- And in this case, the flicking tail was awakening a deep urge in his mind to hunt.

Ken raised an eyebrow, finding the suggestions contradicting. He batted away Meowser’s claw, not aggressively but moreso annoyed as he found it patronising. 

“I ain’t gunna mess with that shit. Most folks I know who mess with power beyond ‘em are power crazy maniacs,” he growled cynically, his tail swishing behind him in suspicion.

“I ain’t no power crazy maniac, but I see your point. Most of em tend to be megalomaniacs.” he folded his arms again, straightening out his head. “Dark magic ain’t all evil though. I don’t know where that idea comes from.”

“Wait.... We were supposed to carve the pumpkins?”

Ken blinked in surprise as Meowser’s form shifted and changed both times. His comments caused him to puff his chest out, flaring his wings up defensively as he crossed his own arms and glared at him.

“I can fly,” he huffed with a pout, “I’m just not used to it yet. I’m sorry that I was originally a borin’ ol’ human who’s only special powers are big muscles and settin’ shit on fire.”

“Yknow that ‘big muscles and settin shit on fire’ is the bulk of my abilities too, right?” He snorted a bit of bluish smoke from his nostrils, folding his arms as his friendly smile contorted into a frown. Firmly placing a finger on the top of Ken’s head, he narrowed his eyes.

    ❝Ohh, video-games,❞ Luigi chirped back, his smile growing. ❝I sure like-a them too! I gotta warn ya though— I’m-a pretty good at ‘em! I always beat-a my Big Bro.❞ Being a homebody gave Luigi more time to curl up with his games than Mario, who couldn’t sit still for more than five minutes unless he was snoozing.

   Luigi plopped himself down on the couch and gestured for Junior to come join him. Polterpup took the cue that wasn’t meant for him and sprang up to sit beside the green bro. ❝C’mon, let’s-a see what games ya got! I’m-a show ya mine too!❞ He gestures a gloved hand towards the TV where his docked switch was sitting with two green joycons.

“You like playin’ games too?” Well that was unexpected. here he thought Luigi was some kinda nerd who went shopping or knitted, but a fellow pro gamer? Gently approaching the Switch, Bowser jr looked at it in awe. One’s nintendo switch was sacred, only to be touched with full permission, and it looked like he was being given permission to touch Luigi’s. he’d already held off on playing on his own switch all day to save his hour of game time for when he had to spend the day out, but playing on somebody else’s switch? Did that mean....

Ken swallowed the few nerves he felt as Meowser lifted his chin. Rationally, one should be intimidated by this giant cat-like creature who could easily crush them, but Ken found himself the attention quite pleasant. He’d take any compliment with great delight.

“Well, we all got our own opinions,” he replied, giving him a fanged grin. “One’uv my many great qualities is that I’m versatile. Pretty, handsome, cute, I can be anythin’ ya want me t’be~”

The incubus certainly wasn’t wrong; he had a mixture of many attractive traits, and that was just visually. It was a little hard to tell if he was just confident or arrogant, but at least he wasn’t a liar.

“You can be anything, huh?” Smirking, Meowser winked. “Then how about this?” Within less than a second, a sudden burst of dark purple and black smoke appeared seemingly out of nowhere, staying gathered around Meowser for a moment, concealing him entirely- soon fading away and revealing.... Another Ken?

Ken watched him walk around him carefully. Although he seemed friendly enough, he was still very big, much bigger than he was. One thing he hadn’t gained from his transformation was some sorely needed height.

“Meowser? That’s a cute name,” he hummed, “I’m Ken Masters, professional martial artist… although, I think I’d be banned from any fightin’ competition apart from Smash with claws like these.”

He held up one of his hands, inspecting the long, black claws he now had. His feet had also changed, as they were more like talons now.

“It’s all a bit weird, I’m still gettin’ used to flyin’, but I kinda like the add ons. Granted, I got t’keep this handsome face’uv mine and my muscles, so it’s real hard t’make this look bad.”

“Ken Masters, huh?” As he said this, he began to magically shift his height- down from 10 feet to roughly around 7, as he sat back down infront of Ken. “Flying’s overrated. There’re better things to be good at- magic, namely.”