[Bowser wakes up uncomfortable — this place isn’t nearly scorching enough for the most cold-blooded cool guy around to get some shut eye! It’s bad enough when the king of koopas gets past his grogginess, rubbing the sand from his eyes and becoming all the more aware that he isn’t in a monarch-sized bed perched over a river of lethal lava. Where the shroom is he, and who’s the chump in the pictures?!
Now imagine that rage and confusion multiplied by tenfold when a look in the mirror confirms that Bowser is that chump.
Though he might not be a towering Koopa anymore, he’s still a huge guy in comparison to most. That means you might be a little disoriented when you first see Bowser punching at the nearest door...whether you’re part of his assigned family or he’s trying to break down your front door.]
ALRIGHT, OPEN UP! THE KING’S HERE AND I DEMAND A MEETING WITH THE CHUMP-IN-CHARGE OF THIS TRASH HEAP!
b. ? Block Party
[The once great king of Dark Land has been formally reduced by this stupid town into the mediocre king of suburbia, only nagged on and on by his neighbors’ annoying niceness and weirdo "family" breathing down his neck.
It comes to a head when some dude shows up at Bowser’s door with another gelatin mold, only for it to promptly be thrown into the distance. If he was still in his scaley skin, there’d be dark smoke billowing from his nostrils.]
Clean out your ears, bozo, because I’m only gonna say this one more time before I knock you into next week! Give me one more of these slimy whatevers, and it’s getting mailed back to your FACE!
[...this attempt at hospitality doesn’t go well. After some scolding from his wife, Bowser heads out to the lawn to set up some sort of game for the block party.
It ultimately ends up consisting of a carton of eggs placed a few feet away from a crudely-made wooden cutout of a crudely-drawn red mustachioed plumber, nailed(?) into the front lawn like a post. Bowser’s toothy smirk (and splinter covered fists) is visible to whoever approaches him. This is clearly the highlight of his day.]
Here for a game? You’ve come to right place, chump! I call this one "EGG THE PLUMBER", bwahaha!
c. World 10-31 (cw: emeto)
[Halloween does not go well for Bowser, as is the case with just about every other day in the former lizard’s life.
Mostly because he spends the first part of the day keeled over the toilet - a new sensation for him. It comes after one of his neighbors gives Bowser an entire pot roast in his truck or treat bag and he quite literally eats the entire thing. Not because of the pot roast itself (though that could be a factor), but because it’s obviously laced with some kind of poison mushroom.
Bowser hasn’t felt this weak since he got here, and he certainly makes no mention of having been vomiting up blood for a couple of hours when he takes to the streets once more. Despite obviously being in no condition to be out, his own boisterous attitude and pride means he can’t show any signs of weakness.
Which leads to what makes the rest of his night sucky. When Bowser spots these hungry children of the candy corn roaming the streets, he punches his fist into his palm. Already preparing to leap headfirst into the fray.]
Finally, some action around here! Thought I’d never get a shot at some new punching bags!
[He doesn’t have his flame breath otherwise he’d burn these suckers down, which leads to him preparing to run into the crowd...only to once again stop. Coughing and hacking until it becomes too painful to bear, more blood and other fluids fall from the koopa king’s mouth, in pain and obviously close to the grasp of the horde at this point.
No fair! This place gives Bowser something he’d have fun doing then it punishes him for it! Better save the big lug before he becomes chow.]
d. Super Wildcard Galaxy
[drop me a line for other threads! feel free to be bowser’s spouse or assumed family in any of these prompts.]
Bowser | Super Mario Bros | OTA
[Bowser wakes up uncomfortable — this place isn’t nearly scorching enough for the most cold-blooded cool guy around to get some shut eye! It’s bad enough when the king of koopas gets past his grogginess, rubbing the sand from his eyes and becoming all the more aware that he isn’t in a monarch-sized bed perched over a river of lethal lava. Where the shroom is he, and who’s the chump in the pictures?!
Now imagine that rage and confusion multiplied by tenfold when a look in the mirror confirms that Bowser is that chump.
Though he might not be a towering Koopa anymore, he’s still a huge guy in comparison to most. That means you might be a little disoriented when you first see Bowser punching at the nearest door...whether you’re part of his assigned family or he’s trying to break down your front door.]
ALRIGHT, OPEN UP! THE KING’S HERE AND I DEMAND A MEETING WITH THE CHUMP-IN-CHARGE OF THIS TRASH HEAP!
b. ? Block Party
[The once great king of Dark Land has been formally reduced by this stupid town into the mediocre king of suburbia, only nagged on and on by his neighbors’ annoying niceness and weirdo "family" breathing down his neck.
It comes to a head when some dude shows up at Bowser’s door with another gelatin mold, only for it to promptly be thrown into the distance. If he was still in his scaley skin, there’d be dark smoke billowing from his nostrils.]
Clean out your ears, bozo, because I’m only gonna say this one more time before I knock you into next week! Give me one more of these slimy whatevers, and it’s getting mailed back to your FACE!
[...this attempt at hospitality doesn’t go well. After some scolding from his wife, Bowser heads out to the lawn to set up some sort of game for the block party.
It ultimately ends up consisting of a carton of eggs placed a few feet away from a crudely-made wooden cutout of a crudely-drawn red mustachioed plumber, nailed(?) into the front lawn like a post. Bowser’s toothy smirk (and splinter covered fists) is visible to whoever approaches him. This is clearly the highlight of his day.]
Here for a game? You’ve come to right place, chump! I call this one "EGG THE PLUMBER", bwahaha!
c. World 10-31 (cw: emeto)
[Halloween does not go well for Bowser, as is the case with just about every other day in the former lizard’s life.
Mostly because he spends the first part of the day keeled over the toilet - a new sensation for him. It comes after one of his neighbors gives Bowser an entire pot roast in his truck or treat bag and he quite literally eats the entire thing. Not because of the pot roast itself (though that could be a factor), but because it’s obviously laced with some kind of poison mushroom.
Bowser hasn’t felt this weak since he got here, and he certainly makes no mention of having been vomiting up blood for a couple of hours when he takes to the streets once more. Despite obviously being in no condition to be out, his own boisterous attitude and pride means he can’t show any signs of weakness.
Which leads to what makes the rest of his night sucky. When Bowser spots these hungry children of the candy corn roaming the streets, he punches his fist into his palm. Already preparing to leap headfirst into the fray.]
Finally, some action around here! Thought I’d never get a shot at some new punching bags!
[He doesn’t have his flame breath otherwise he’d burn these suckers down, which leads to him preparing to run into the crowd...only to once again stop. Coughing and hacking until it becomes too painful to bear, more blood and other fluids fall from the koopa king’s mouth, in pain and obviously close to the grasp of the horde at this point.
No fair! This place gives Bowser something he’d have fun doing then it punishes him for it! Better save the big lug before he becomes chow.]
d. Super Wildcard Galaxy
[drop me a line for other threads! feel free to be bowser’s spouse or assumed family in any of these prompts.]