#pepperonipucks

[actuallymiguelkey]

Pepperoni Pucks my love

I’m gonna start posting some older art every few hours or idk till it gets up to my recent ones/gets up to date :pp

[dragonsssshoard]

Pepperonipucks my beloveds. I love they

[mobiitez]

Originally Lea and Casey were supposed to be endgame in my iteration so I could show a progression between how they were in the beginning versus the ending but as someone who isn't the biggest fan of enemies to lovers I was never the happiest with that. So in the end I'm keeping them as close friends :3

Which means I can add Pepperonipucks into my iteration hehehe

[valentinehorrors]

I'm not the person that you thought I was

(TW suggestive content, no smut yet, that's only for ao3-) (art by @d4em0nium as always!)

A chilly New York city night, like many other before it and every one after it. A regular night, a standard night. Not a hair out of place, not a single irregular pattern.

Normal as Manhattan can get. Yes, mutants still roam in the sewers and in her streets. But the average human, has no idea of their existence.

One said mutant sat upon a rooftop, observing at the lights and people below. This was a common activity for him. Whether it be to hunt or simply for entertainment, he always found himself up on high, staring at the ants below.

This is how he saw all humans, or rather, anyone that wasn't him. Lowly insects that he'd watch when bored. Some he liked, his brothers, ants that he keeps in a special enclosure, carefully controlled. Cared for, yet ants like all the rest.

Then he found a dog. A stray pup on the side of the road, and his mind light up on a fire he's never felt before. A deep want, a deep need manifested, the minute he laid eyes on the sad thing. For a moment he thought that Annabeth had done something, touched something in his mind she shouldn't have.

Another surprise, as it seemed the demoness fiercely disapproved of the boy. But Michelangelo couldn't stop thinking about him. A wild thing akin to the persona he's put on for years, an adrenaline junkie, and to be frank, very appealing on the eyes. That dark raven hair, the rough around the edges stained and torn up clothes, how he was lithe and yet clearly had muscle on him-

"I'm going to vomit." Came a groan from the back of his head.

He ignored her as he so often did. He observed the smoke from the cigarette he held slowly rise up, manipulated by the wind as easily as Mikey manipulates those around him. It was a simple plan, but a risk. He'd never revealed himself like this before. This was all so new, exciting, exhilarating.

There were footsteps coming up the stairwell that was left with the door conveniently ajar. This was it, is this what having a crush feels like? Disgusting. And yet he holds his breath as the door opens.

The silence falls upon them like a thick curtain. Yes, let the moment hang. He can almost imagine what he looks like to the human, sat on the edge of the ledge, hand casually leaned against his own bent knee, cigarette held suddenly tightly between his fingers. Crushed into ash.

"All the things you could use your gifts for."

Let it pause as Casey processes the scene, how Mikey's mask hangs loosely around his neck.

"A waste. An utter waste. A boy? For a boy you throw everything in the trash?!"

Use that anger. He hisses between his teeth as he turns to lock eyes with Casey Jones. Those confused browns turn to stock shock as he stares at the turtle, staring into his own icy blues.

Okay yeah, Casey Jones was just plain attractive, he can admit that, he wasn't that proud.

"Ugh, teenagers."

Ignoring the comical gagging noises in the back of his mind, Mikey calmly stated, "You're not supposed to be here." Using his true monotone voice, not having to animate it artificially was odd, but worth it as he saw Casey look him up and down slack-jawed.

As though his breath had been taken away, Casey took a few breaths "Uh... Your bros were wondering where you went... told em I was gonna look for you..." Mikey tossed the crumpled cigarette off the edge and turned to face Casey, staring right through the human. He delighted in the chill he saw coursing through the vigilante's body. "...You smoke?" Came the careful question.

Mikey didn't put his mask back on, not yet. "Sometimes." He answered concisely.

"Right... Don't want the others knowing...?" Casey shifted on his feet anxiously, a hand on the back of his neck as his curiosity no doubt mixed with the fear Mikey knew well his true self tended to cause.

There was another moment of silence between the two. Any moment now Casey would try to turn the mood jovial again, make some joke about how serious Mikey looks. In which case Mikey would follow along as he slipped his mask and persona back on as easy as breathing.

He didn't expect Casey to step closer, the look on his face was... fascinated. The human approached him as though he were a stray cat, careful and slow movements. "Hey Mikey... why are you so...?" Terrifying. "...different...?"

Mikey was frozen still, he didn't predict this, didn't think his true self would allure Casey as it seemed to be. His eyes flickered around Casey's face, the closer it got the more he could see details, small scratches and bits of dirt from having been out fighting criminals like the moron he is. The way the corners of his mouth started twitching up into a nervous smile, it made Mikey's heart skip a beat.

"Oh Lucifer kill me."

"...I'm..." this wasn't in his plan "...not what you think..." He felt idiotic, flustered, bumbling. What if he just shadow stepped away? What if he just let Annabeth take over and spare him of whatever this was?

"I vote for that one." Shut up.

"Yeah?" An amusing tone as Casey cocked his head "what are you then?"

A sudden fever took over Mikey's face, his mouth felt dry. He noticed Casey's hand reaching for the mask that hung around his neck. This was enough to remind him of his original plan. His face hardened once more as he pushed past Casey and towards the stairwell, "Don't tell my brothers. Don't tell anybody of what you saw tonight." He quickly pulled his mask over his face and took off running, his heart wanted escape, beating fast enough to warm up his cold blood.

He didn't stay to see Casey, now incredibly intrigued over his discovery. Didn't see as Casey chuckled and muttered to himself, "What the fuck?" In a nervous smile, running his fingers through his hair as he went over the whole interaction in his head over and over.

It didn't stop there, the surprises of the human. Once they started talking, every other interaction would catch Mikey off guard. One thing he quickly realized was exactly how poor the human's survival instinct was. Mikey could smell his fear, could see the shakes and tremors, the jumpiness. Casey's instincts were telling him to run, adequately triggering and attempting to relay to the human that Mikey was dangerous. And yet again and again, Casey kept pushing further and further. He had to know, wanted to know.

Casey wanted to know the real Mikey, it was a genuine want to understand. This wasn't what Mikey was prepared for, it led to him falling so much harder than he ever thought possible. And for once, his plans were slowly left behind. He no longer tried to predict the human's questions or actions, he just let them occur and reacted naturally.

Of course Annabeth was aggressively disapproving. What else was new?

Then he saved Casey from a group of thugs. Mikey had fully intended to reveal everything about himself to Casey, perhaps with a softer touch, slowly trickling in information to lead up to the whole, "I have to eat humans to survive and I have a demon in my head who hates me." But he was in danger, his human was in danger and he needed help. His brothers had gone to sleep, there was no one else. He had no choice.

Shaky with fear and yet still there was that crooked smile. Casey was happy to bare his back, his neck to the predator he now knew was utterly obsessed with him. Mikey was wrapped around Casey's finger, he wanted him with an ache so intense he felt it in the marrow of his bones.

Their talks continued mostly as normal. But now Casey would sprinkle in some questions about the mutant's physiology, what parts remained different, how did he work? The wonder in Casey's eyes was as delicious as any meal.

He was a moron. That was the simple answer. Casey Jones was stupid enough to see his starving maw and instead of screaming, simply go "So can you make em pointy whenever? Does it hurt?"

They were in Casey's bedroom, Mikey was helping patch up some smaller wounds on Casey's back from his earlier hockey activities. He couldn't stop the small smile that crept over his beak as his hands went over Casey's back. The human was so warm, he wanted so dearly to crawl under his skin and rest in there.

"Yes and no. I can feel when they change but unless I'm cutting my own tongue on them, there's no pain."

Casey hums as Mikey puts a bandaid on another cut just on his side. "Do you do that? Like, you feel like you got something stuck in your teeth and then, 'fuck ouch'?" Casey mimics in an attempt at Mikey's monotone and it takes everything in his power to not just turn Casey around and kiss him.

"In a sense. I will bite my own tongue to stave off hunger if I need to. My own flesh and blood is quite disgusting so it helps to kill my appetite." He instead says with a calm that's no where near the storm in his heart.

"Really? So turtle soup wouldn't help your thing?" It was a joke, that much is obvious from Casey's tone. However it does cause Mikey's nightmares to flash in front of his eyes, stilling his movements. Casey takes notice and turns to him, those warm chocolate brown eyes pull him back. "Mike...?"

The turtle pauses, looking down and letting his hands drop as Casey turns around on the bed, facing him with worry. "...I doubt it would... but it's just me. It's not the fact that it's turtle blood or mutated blood. It's just me."

As dense as Casey tends to be, at this point he understands that if Mikey wants to elaborate, he will. So he doesn't say anything, simply sits and watches Mikey carefully. When it's clear that it's a story for another time, Casey continues.

"So... how often do you do it? Bite your own tongue?"

"Recently, a lot. Often. Almost every day."

Casey's brows furrow and he scoots closer "What the hell? Are you super hungry? I thought as long as you-"

"My hunger isn't normal." He puts a quick stop to the rambling, Casey is immediately at attention, listening. "It's not as simple as when I need to feed, I hunger. It's connected to my emotions. Back when they were dull, to the point I thought I couldn't feel, the hunger was normal. But now..." he stares at Casey dead on, and the beginnings of the human's fear permeates the air. "...I care for you, deeply... and that care mixes with hunger, like a deep desire... I want you with me... forever... and that feeling manifests through-"

"You want to eat me." It feels dirty, to hear Casey say it so matter of fact. Mikey doesn't reply, what would he say? He lets Casey process it, brown staring at blue.

Casey Jones has caught Mikey off guard several times. A feeling that by now, the mutant is very used to. And yet.

Mikey was not prepared for, at this admission, Casey to pull him by his plastron and kiss him. What is wrong with his human?

Well several things, but all of those thoughts melt into sludge as Mikey's arms wrap around Casey's waist, pulling him close as he melts. Casey moves to pull back, but how dare he? Mikey moves back in to recapture his lips, he can feel the human smile and giggle as he lets Mikey kiss him again. Once more Casey tries to pull back to speak but Mikey doesn't let him, putting more force into the kiss. It's not long before Casey is pushed flat onto the bed with Mikey on top of him as he licks into his mouth. He's imagined what Casey would taste like so many times, he needs to memorize his actual taste, warm and rough like the rest of him. The shiver he pulls from the human spreads to the mutant as he delights in Casey's enjoyment.

Truthfully, Mikey has no idea what he's doing. He's spent his whole life in the sewers, restricted access to shows and movies, what did Michelangelo know about kissing or making out? Despite this, he follows his instincts, pressing close against the human as his tongue invades as much of his mouth as he can. Considering the sounds it pulls from Casey, it seems he's doing a good job. He idly feels Casey's legs attempt to wrap around his hips, hooking onto the ridges of his shell and trying to pull him closer.

He died. Mikey died and this is heaven.

Somewhere in his mind Annabeth snorts.

By the time the turtle finally pulls back, panting and feral, Casey takes a greedy gasp of air. He looks up at Mikey, smiling with spit covered lips as he takes a minute to allow his lungs air. "Fuck~... Do that again~"

Mikey doesn't have to be told twice.

The fear was always there, it never fully left, just entangled and mixed. It was a delicious complication that sweetened their relationship.

It should've been obvious, thinking back on it. Casey Jones, ever the lover of danger and adrenaline. Lover of the extraordinary. Lover of the weird and gruesome. Lover of violence. He was destined to become a lover of, well, Michelangelo Hamato.

[acryingcheeseblock]

I love Casey and Mikey sm I wish gay people were real💔💔

[hyacinthstears]

Thoughts on Pepperonipucks?

I know this isn't what i normally post but despite being aro I think romantic fluff is cute and tbh the fanfic of these 2 on ao3 is so cute.

Generally I think that Mikeys should all get spiderman boyfriends but these guys have kinda burrowed into my heart. I just think they would have a silly dynamic it they dated. (also I love how his brothers would 100% hate Casey cause they think he's a fuggly boy and doesn't deserve their brother)

Also yes I know this is pretty much a crack ship and this isn't supported in canon in anyway... but there are weirder ships out there so I think they should cuddle and watch corny slasher/horror movies that have the budget of a wadded up coupon and 2 paperclips.

... is this something people will be mad about??? people get crazy about shipping idk

[yuis-stars]

we got an au for the "alternate future" of 2012.... it's called CALYPSO MIKEY AU!!!

will take other names for this au if there's any better names for this:

and here are some random doodles of Calypso Mikey!

I'll drop lore when I can!

[drewlu-plus]

I have been on 2012 TMNTblr for less than 2 weeks now and I officially ship Casey Jones with everyone