The Koopa Crew

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🎤**Q&A is now open for The Bowser Bunch!**

Have questions for the King of the Koopas, the young Prince, the brilliant strategist, or the mischievous troublemakers of the Koopalings? Now’s your chance! Ask anything, and get their answers straight from the source.

Here’s a quick guide to who you can ask:

The Koopalings are loud, rowdy troublemakers who thrive on chaos and mischief. They love pushing everyone’s buttons and, at times, can be complete idiots—but they’re fiercely loyal to their kingdom and their father. Always itching for a showdown, they live to rock and roll.

🎹 Ludwig, the group’s pianist and violinist, is the most intelligent of his siblings—cunning, bold, and obsessed with music. A classy strategist and self-proclaimed captain, his talent fuels an ego his six younger siblings love to cut down.

🎪Lemmy is childish, silly, and a bit ditzy, loving everything circus-related. He takes things literally, sticks close to his brother Iggy, and is an acrobatic spirit who tries to boost the group’s morale.

🥊Roy is the muscle of the group—an arrogant, brutish bully who cares mostly about himself. Strong and laid-back, he’s all brawn over brains, but he has a soft spot for family despite teasing them.

⚙️Iggy is hyper, excitable, and full of boundless energy. A bit quirky and easily distracted, he’s childish, silly, and loves fooling around. The team’s tinkerer, he loves everything tech.

💋Wendy is bold, bossy, and big-headed—a diva who’s a bit spoiled but also a tomboy. Always aiming to look her best, she’s a social media star and the group’s second-in-command.

🍗Morton is the biggest and most protective of his siblings, a lovable dummy with a huge heart. Simple-minded but strong, he loves food and woodworking, serving as the group’s carpenter.

🎾Larry is the baby of the group—shy, timid, and naive, always following his older brother Ludwig and getting into danger because of his siblings. A skilled DJ and tennis lover, he’s the group’s sniper and can be surprisingly sneaky when he wants.

🎨Bowser Jr., Bowser’s mischievous little son, is a bratty, carefree kid who wants to be just like his dad. Proud and joyful, he loves his fun siblings and enjoys painting, though he isn’t great at sharing.

👑Lord Bowser, King of Koopa Keep and ruler of the Darklands, is the father of eight rowdy kids and tries to be a good dad. A scary punk outside but a hopeless romantic inside, he’s stubborn, arrogant, childish, and loves playing piano—his kids’ biggest role model.

🪄Kamek

Royal adviser and caretaker, Kamek is fiercely loyal, protective, and highly intelligent. A skilled magician and strategist, he cares deeply for Bowser, Bowser Jr., and the Koopalings, training them in magic and guiding the family. Can be stern and condescending to enemies but patient and mentor-like to allies, with occasional grumpiness and comedic moments.

Hope to hear your questions soon! Who will you ask first—the King, the Prince, the strategists, or the mischievous Koopalings?

[ivannakoopagirl14]

Happy disability pride month

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Koopalings are kids, its confirmed by nintendo!

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Sorry this is late guys I was supposed to cost us yesterday but forgot but better late than never happy pride month

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This is a picture I drew a little while ago. I don’t think it’s going to be canon to my designs anymore, but I still wanted to show it because I think it’s really cute. I wanted to try turning the Koopalings into babies just to see how they’d look, and this was my take on it. I might redesign them again soon though—we’ll see.

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Okay imagine this you are stranded on an island and you had to choose one of the koopalings to be stuck with? Who would guarantee that yall would be able to escape? Who would be the worse choice? 🥸

Here’s a polished version with your adjustments, keeping it focused on survival and written like a natural explanation:

If I were stranded on an island with one of the Koopalings, Ludwig Koopa would easily be the best choice.

When it comes to survival, Ludwig has the biggest advantage: his intelligence and ability to stay calm under pressure. He’s analytical, strategic, and always thinking several steps ahead. The moment you realize you’re stranded, Ludwig would already be assessing the island—figuring out where fresh water might be, what areas are safest for shelter, what resources can be used, and how to maximize your chances of escape. He wouldn’t waste time panicking or complaining. He’d treat the whole situation like a military operation and immediately start forming a plan.

That’s what makes him the strongest survival partner. It’s not just that he’s smart—it’s that his intelligence is actually practical. He can problem-solve, adapt, and make decisions quickly. He’d know how to ration supplies, organize tasks, and avoid unnecessary risks. Even if escaping took a long time, Ludwig would make sure both of you stayed alive and worked toward getting off the island. Out of everyone, he gives the highest chance of actual rescue.

The worst choice—even though he’s adorable—would probably be Lemmy Koopa

Lemmy is cute and funny, but survival-wise… he’s a disaster. He’s extremely childish, a bit of a crybaby, and not very resourceful. Being stranded with him would feel less like having a survival partner and more like being stuck taking care of a little kid. He’s a lovable bumbling idiot, but still a bumbling idiot. He’d probably get distracted constantly, wander off, mess things up by accident, or panic when things get difficult. Instead of helping you survive, you’d spend most of your energy making sure he stays safe.

Iggy Koopa might seem like a good choice at first because he’s a genius, but honestly, not by much. He’d probably be idiot number two on the island. Sure, he’d try inventing something to help escape, but without technology, tools, or machine parts, his usefulness drops a lot. Most of his skills depend on having materials to work with. Without that, he’d probably just cause chaos and mayhem while insisting his weird ideas will work.

Morton Koopa Jr. is basically idiot number three—but at least he brings something useful. He’s strong, good at heavy lifting, and would be great for building shelters, carrying supplies, or even hunting. So while he’s not the sharpest, his physical strength would make him valuable.

Roy Koopa would honestly be one of the worst for a different reason. He’s capable—he’d help protect you, help build things, and physically pull his weight—but he would be insufferable He’d constantly mock you, tease you, and laugh whenever you messed something up. At the end of the day, he would help keep you alive, but good luck having a peaceful conversation with him. Socially, he’d be exhausting.

Wendy O. Koopa would actually be pretty self-sufficient. She can handle herself and wouldn’t be dead weight at all. The only reason she ranks below Ludwig is because she doesn’t quite have his level of strategic intelligence. She’d survive, but Ludwig would still outperform her in planning and long-term escape strategy.

And Larry Koopa is… average. Not terrible, not amazing. You probably wouldn’t starve with Larry around, but you also probably wouldn’t get anywhere fast. He doesn’t excel in survival skills, and with his timid nature, he’d hesitate a lot instead of taking initiative. Conversation-wise, things might also feel pretty quiet.

So overall, if the goal is survival and escape, Ludwig wins by a huge margin. He’s the one most likely to keep both of you alive and actually get you off that island.

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Night had fallen over Bowser's Castle, and the lava outside glowed like fiery rivers beneath the black stone walls. Inside, the castle was quieter than usual.

King Bowser had finally finished a long day of ruling, training soldiers, and dealing with paperwork Kamek had shoved onto his desk.

He stretched his massive arms with a groan.

“Alright, that’s enough for today.”

Down the hall, his children were all getting ready for bed.

Bowser Jr. brushed his teeth while making silly faces in the mirror.

Ludwig von Koopa carefully folded his night clothes and made sure his hearing aid was safely placed beside his bed.

Lemmy Koopa bounced on his mattress three times before finally settling down.

Roy Koopa pretended he wasn’t tired at all.

Iggy Koopa nearly tripped over one of his inventions on the floor.

Wendy O. Koopa brushed her teeth while judging everyone else’s pajamas.

Morton Koopa Jr. helped little Larry tuck in his blanket.

Larry Koopa quietly whispered, “Goodnight.”

Soon, all the lights were out.

Then—

**BOOOOOOM!**

Thunder exploded across the sky.

Rain slammed against the castle windows.

Another flash of lightning filled the halls with white light.

**CRACK!**

Junior jolted upright in bed.

His little hands gripped his blanket.

Another rumble shook the windows.

“…Papa?”

His voice came out tiny.

Junior slipped out of bed, clutching his stuffed plushie, and padded down the dark hallway toward Bowser’s room. He hesitated at the door, then slowly pushed it open.

Creeeak.

Bowser stirred.

“…Hm?”

Junior stood in the doorway, eyes wide.

“Papa… can I sleep with you?”

Bowser immediately softened.

The king who terrified armies melted into a dad in seconds.

“C’mere, buddy.”

Junior climbed onto the bed, and Bowser lifted him with one arm like he weighed nothing.

“Aww, was thunder being mean to my little hatchling?” Bowser asked, voice warm and sleepy.

Junior buried his face in Bowser’s chest and nodded.

Bowser gently rubbed his shell.

“It’s alright, baby boy. Thunder’s loud, but it can’t hurt you in here. Papa’s got you.”

Junior relaxed.

“Really?”

“Really.”

Bowser tucked blankets around him.

“My sweet little prince is safe.”

Junior yawned.

Outside, thunder roared again.

But nearby, in their own rooms, the Koopalings were awake too.

Ludwig sat stiffly in bed, pretending the storm didn’t bother him.

Roy crossed his arms.

“This is stupid,” he muttered, though his tail twitched nervously.

Lemmy had pulled his blanket over his head.

Larry flinched at every boom.

Wendy hugged a pillow.

Morton stared at the ceiling.

Iggy tried to distract himself by counting seconds between lightning and thunder.

None of them wanted to move.

They were generals.

Soldiers.

Bowser’s children.

They weren’t babies.

Right?

Another thunderclap shook the castle.

**BOOM!**

Larry squeaked.

Lemmy whimpered.

Roy muttered, “Okay, maybe… maybe a little scary.”

Wendy sighed.

“I want Dad.”

Silence.

No one laughed.

Because they all felt the same.

Ludwig adjusted himself awkwardly.

“…It would be irrational to remain frightened alone,” he said.

Morton nodded.

“Morton thinks… Papa would not mind.”

Larry looked down.

“But… what if we’re acting childish?”

Iggy pushed up his glasses.

“Wanting comfort doesn’t make us babies.”

That settled it.

One by one, seven small Koopalings climbed out of bed.

They tiptoed through the hallway.

Tiny claws clicking softly on stone.

When they reached Bowser’s door, everyone froze.

Roy whispered, “You knock.”

Wendy whispered back, “No, you!”

Ludwig sighed and gently knocked.

Tap tap.

From inside came Bowser’s sleepy voice.

“Yeah?”

The door opened.

All seven stood there.

Small.

Nervous.

Quiet.

Bowser looked at them.

Then immediately understood.

Larry spoke first.

“…Can we… sleep with you too?”

He looked ashamed.

“We know it’s childish…”

Roy looked away.

“We’re soldiers. We shouldn’t be scared of thunder.”

Lemmy whispered, “But… we are.”

Bowser’s face softened so much it almost hurt.

He sat up.

“Hey.”

All eyes lifted to him.

“Come here.”

They hesitated.

Bowser opened his arms wider.

“I said come here, babies.”

Roy blinked.

“…Babies?”

Bowser snorted.

“Yep. My babies.”

Wendy sputtered.

“We’re twelve!”

“And?”

Bowser smiled.

“You can be brave generals tomorrow.”

He patted the bed.

“But tonight?”

His voice became warm and gentle.

“Tonight you’re just my little hatchlings.”

No one moved for half a second.

Then Larry ran first.

Morton followed.

Then Lemmy.

Then everyone else.

The bed became chaos.

Blankets.

Shells.

Pillows.

Tiny claws.

Complaints.

“Roy, move your elbow!”

“Lemmy stop bouncing!”

“Iggy your hair is in my face!”

Bowser chuckled and pulled all eight children closer.

Junior was curled against his chest.

Larry tucked under one arm.

Lemmy sprawled over his stomach.

Morton carefully curled near the foot of the bed.

Wendy claimed a pillow.

Roy tried to act cool despite cuddling close.

Iggy muttered sleepily.

Ludwig settled beside Bowser’s shoulder.

Thunder boomed again.

This time—

No one flinched.

Bowser slowly stroked shells, hair, and heads.

“There we go.”

His voice dropped into that soft fatherly tone only his children heard.

“My sweet little ones.”

He kissed Junior’s head.

“My tiny prince.”

He rubbed Larry’s shell.

“My shy baby.”

He scratched Lemmy’s head.

“My silly little clown.”

He squeezed Roy’s shoulder.

“My tough boy.”

He adjusted Iggy’s blanket.

“My genius hatchling.”

He tucked Wendy in.

“My princess.”

He patted Morton.

“My gentle giant.”

Finally, he rested a hand on Ludwig’s head.

“My clever firstborn.”

Ludwig’s eyes softened.

“…Danke, Papa.”

Bowser smiled.

“Anytime.”

Rain continued to fall.

Thunder rolled far away now.

Inside the warm bed, eight children slept safely around their father.

And Bowser, the mighty king of the Koopas, held every one of his children close.

No matter how strong they were.

No matter how old they got.

In his arms—

They would always be his babies.

The storm passed.

But the cuddles lasted all night.

[ivannakoopagirl14]

Happy Father's Day

[ivannakoopagirl14]

Okay so the movie comes out tomorrow and I just wanted to share how I’m feeling about it.

At first, I was SUPER excited from the teasers—and honestly, I still am. But as more clips and previews have come out, I’ve started noticing that it seems like they’re focusing less on Mario and more on expanding into the whole Nintendo universe.

And don’t get me wrong, that’s really cool and has a lot of potential! I just feel a little nervous that it might shift too far away from being a *Mario* movie and lose some of what made it feel special in the first place.

I’m still really excited to watch it, and I genuinely hope it turns out amazing. There’s also a good chance I’m completely overthinking it and it’ll balance everything perfectly.

But yeah… I’m excited, just a little nervous too.

What do you guys think? Should I be concerned, or just trust the process?

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I needed me a silly pallet cleanser...

Can’t wait to see how the colours fuck up

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Wendy, who is YOUR fav sibling?

Ugh, obviously it’s Roy—don’t act surprised. Yeah, we fight, like, all the time, but at least he can keep up with me. The rest? Please.

Okay, *fine*, Lemmy gets a tiny honorable mention ‘cause he actually lets me do his hair, makeup, *and* dress him up without whining—but don’t get it twisted. It’s Roy. Always Roy.

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- Happy birthday to Koopalings

Today was the Koopalings’ birthday, and the castle was buzzing with excitement. Balloons floated lazily around the room, confetti stuck to everything—even the cake—and the punch had somehow spilled a little on the floor, making tiny rainbow puddles.

The Koopalings were trying really hard to act mature. Ludwig straightened his back like a tiny, serious prince. Lemmy tried to talk in full sentences without squeaking. Morton… well, Morton just nodded a lot and pretended he knew what “responsible behavior” was.

Bowser, watching from nearby, raised an eyebrow. “Hmm… they’re really forcing it, huh?” he muttered. He could see it in the stiff smiles, the careful steps, even the way Wendy tried to hold her party hat just right. It was… adorable.

Kamek clapped, oblivious. “Thank you, children! Your… professionalism is noted!”

When it was time for drinks, Kamek led them to his little lab corner. Two barrels waited: one pink, one green. “Special birthday drinks!” he announced. The Koopalings, eager and trusting, each grabbed a cup. But—oops—they picked the wrong ones. The green drink was no ordinary juice; it was a potion that turned them into literal five-year-olds.

At first, nothing seemed different… then, suddenly: squeaks. Tiny arms. Ballooning clothes. Lemmy immediately squealed and tried to jump onto Bowser’s tail, but it was slippery from punch. “D-Daddy!” he cried.

Bowser scooped them up, trying not to laugh as they wiggled and sneezed a little from the confetti stuck in their noses. Ludwig squirmed dramatically, knocking over a balloon. Morton tried to stand tall but ended up rolling sideways into a pile of streamers. Wendy attempted to hold herself seriously… and promptly fell onto the cake.

The party turned into utter chaos. Tiny Koopalings chased balloons, got punch on their faces, and squeaked happily while Bowser carried them around. They blew out the candles in a sticky, giggling mess of frosting and tiny fingers.

When the potion wore off, they stretched back to twelve, sticky hair and confetti still in place. Bowser shook his head, smiling. “See? It’s okay to be little sometimes.”

The Koopalings exchanged sly grins. Ludwig muttered, “We’ve been twelve for… forever. Do we ever age?”

Lemmy giggled, bouncing. “Who cares! This is way more fun!”

Finally, they all squealed in unison, clinging to Bowser:

“We’re Daddy’s little kids!”

And with that, the castle echoed with laughter, tiny squeaks, and just a little bit of chaos—exactly the kind of birthday any Koopaling could love.

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like father like son

[ivannakoopagirl14]

**Kamek’s Journal — The King’s Birthday**

The castle had never been louder.

Streamers draped across stone arches, party hats sat crooked on horns and hair, sparklers crackled in excited little claws. Eight children—no, *his* children—swarmed King Bowser with gifts, sweets, and far too much cake. One shoved a box into his hands, another tried to light a sparkler indoors, and a third nearly tripped over a pile of party favors.

Bowser laughed. A real laugh. Deep, warm, unguarded.

From a distance, I watched.

I am Kamek—Royal Advisor, caretaker, witness to a lifetime.

The children adored their father. They always tried to outdo one another, always trying to impress him. It made sense. He was their king… but more than that, he was their *dad*. They went all out today. After all, it was Daddy’s birthday.

Seeing him like this pulled at something old inside me.

And so, as old minds often do, mine wandered backward.

---

I remember his **first birthday**.

He was barely more than a round little Koopa wobbling in a high chair much too big for him. I had tied a small paper crown to his head—it kept slipping over his eyes. He babbled happily, smashing cake between his claws, utterly unconcerned with the world.

His parents were busy that day, celebrating the birth of the Other two triplets —important, yes, but still… I remember feeling something twist in my chest. So I celebrated with him. Just us.

When the baby looked up at me and babbled again, I smiled and told him he was special.

I don’t think he understood the words.

But I think he understood the feeling.

---

Another memory followed.

**Yoshi’s Island.**

His **fifth birthday**.

Oh, what a handful he was—wild, loud, always getting into trouble. He had a little lisp back then, shouting at the top of his lungs as he ran through the halls:

“It’s my birfday! My birfday! Yeah! Birfday time!”

He wanted a party. A big one.

But no one came.

So I did what I could. I gave him gifts—more than necessary, perhaps. Toys, treats, anything to make him smile. Still, the hurt lingered. Even spoiled, a lonely birthday leaves a mark.

I stayed with him that night until he fell asleep.

---

Then came his **fifteenth birthday**.

By then, he was a punk—skateboard tucked under his arm, hair a mess, attitude even bigger than his shell. He had a band, thought himself unstoppable, ran with Prince Bob-omb and Prince Boo, and caused no end of trouble. A bully phase, I suppose. Adolescence is cruel that way.

For his birthday, I took him to see his favorite band in concert. He loved it—truly loved it. Sang until his voice cracked.

Later that night, we talked. About responsibility. About what his title meant. About growing up.

Even about things he very much did *not* want to hear.

When he asked for a nose piercing as a birthday gift, and his i said no, he stormed off, furious, convinced no one ever let him do what he wanted.

I remember sighing and thinking, *Teenagers nowadays…*

Yet even then, I noticed how fast he was growing. Taller every year. Stronger. Already beginning to tower over me.

---

His **twenty-second birthday** still leaves me breathless to recall.

He was enormous—over ten feet tall, unheard of for a Dragon Koopa. But that day wasn’t just a birthday.

It was his **coronation**.

The castle held a grand ball, banners flying high. When the crown was placed upon his head, I felt a pride I had never known before. I had always said I never wanted children…

And yet, watching him stand there, I realized I had helped raise a king.

I even gave him a car for that birthday. He pretended not to be impressed. He was lying.

---

And then—just days later—came the greatest surprise of all.

The eggs.

The Koopalings.

His children, not by blood, but by fate. He took them in without hesitation. Learned, slowly, awkwardly, how to be the father he never quite had.

Now, here we were again—back in the present.

Most of the kids were preteens now. One still little. All loud. All loving. All *his*.

I had never seen the king so happy.

Not because of power. Not because of conquest.

But because he had a family.

I stepped forward at last, staff tapping softly against the stone.

“Happy thirty-fourth birthday, Your Majesty,” I said, smiling. “May this year be as full as your halls—and twice as joyful.”

Bowser glanced back at me, grin wide, kids still clinging to his arms.

For a moment, I could almost see the baby in the high chair again.

I, Kamek, Royal Advisor, would not trade this memory for all the magic in the world. 💫🐢👑

[ivannakoopagirl14]

What should be Koopalings Birthday

1 The days of Koopa Weak

2 2/ 12

Voting ended onNov 20, 2025

Remember Koopalings Are Septuplets In my story Please help me decide this

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Who's the most sensitive out of the siblings?

**Ludwig:**

“Verily, if one is to consider sensitivity in its truest form, I would posit it is young Larry. He is exceedingly timid, delicate of spirit, and oft seeks solace behind his elder siblings. One must approach him with patience, for he is… easily perturbed within.”

**Wendy:**

“Pfft, nah. It’s Morton. He gets all flustered if anyone raises their voice, even when it’s not about him. Calm down, big guy.”

**Roy:**

“Man, naw, y’all missin’ it. Lemmy’s the softest — cries at the drop of a hat, man. Total crybaby.”

**Lemmy:**

“Crybaby? No! I’m not a baby! I’m 12! Babies are like… like wiggly little things that need to be carried and… and can’t eat cereal themselves! I am NOT a baby!”

**Iggy:**

“Yeah! Lemmy’s tears come easy, but that doesn’t mean he’s a baby! He just… uh… he just feels things a lot! *Baha ha!* Totally normal! *Baha ha!* You know? Makes him special! *Baha ha!*”

**Morton:**

“Morton not cry… Morton strong… Morton only cry when others sad… Morton cares lots…”

**Larry:**

“……….. ……… ……… ……… ……… ……… ……… ………”

**Ludwig:**

“Indeed. As I have said: if one speaks of who is most *easily wounded within*, it is Larry. If one considers who possesses the most empathy for others, it is Morton. And should one speak of who sheds tears most readily, that is Lemmy. Sensitivity manifests in varied forms, and thus each may be considered the most sensitive, depending upon the measure applied.”