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Dutch Duo is so fascinating. They both have two characters, one on Lifesteal and one one on The Realm, and their characters on The Realm parallel the other on Lifesteal. Let me explain.
To me, LS!Clown and Tr!Pangi have a lot of unnoticed parallels, both of them being pretty damn powerful (though not the most powerful, examples being Sneeg and Tr!Clown above Tr!Pangi and BFB above LS!Clown) on their respective server, with a select few people they care about (or just one with Clown cough cough branzy) and just about everyone else being irrelevant to them, aside from the people they hate, who generally have a pretty tough time. Clown is a little more selective with who he trusts, but thatâs pretty easily explained by being on Lifesteal and general paranoia. Theyâre both violent and unashamed of that. Theyâre not afraid to play dirty, whether itâs based off honour a whole damn exploit, or getting paid 500$ to empeach your teammate *PMC*.
When considering their counterparts (LS!Pangi and Tr!Clown), they too are surprisingly similar to each other. They both still care about specific individuals, such as Derap and Zam for LS!Pangi or Ros and [idk I donât watch yellow I just know rospierce] for Tr!Clown. But they never really harbour hate towards any specific individuals. The only two times Tr!Clown ever seemed properly upset was after Pili killed Ros twice. He didnât even seem upset during the fight itself, more like he was fulfilling a duty. The other instance is Owen but do I even have to explain this one? As for LS!Pangi, he was upset like, after Empire Duo breakups? And like after Mapicc kept killing him? And literally nothing else off the top of my head. They donât kill for no reason either. While you can argue LS!Pangi doesnât kill or fight on Lifesteal so people feel safe at his recordings (since heâs the only person making chill ass videos on that server), you have to acknowledge that aside from his hunger games event, he has no proper kills this season (source being the Lifesteal wiki) unless youâre counting Jepexx, which he didnât get the heart from (and lowkey bro had it coming đ). While Iâm not sure how many kills Tr!Clown has, the only ones I remember are when people were hurting those he cared about, specifically Ros. Theyâre both quite based on rules and grind for what they need instead of fighting for it. A lot of the time, their actions are completely intertwined and associated with one of the few people they care about (Empire Duo, Cringe Duo, LoSA, etc.) and never only them, partially because of how much of their character revolves around others. They both get the chance to be different from what is typically assumed of lifestealers. They are selfless and not quite pacifists, but theyâre pretty damn close for Lifesteal.
One of the reasons Iâm a big fan of Lifesteal cannibal headcannons is because of how accurately it portrays their nature in a way others can understand. They are violent, selfish and unpredictable, killing on a whim with behaviour that would come off as insane on more casual SMPâs or ones based on storytelling like The Realm. However peaceful you are when you join the server, everyone is eventually corrupted by it. And no matter how well you hide or push away the corruption, it always comes out somewhere. In LS!Pangiâs case, his violence has been entirely oppressed due to his efforts of keeping people comfortable during his recordings, and that violence ends up coming out on The Realm, where thanks to the power of âout of characterâ and the fact he barely hosts realm recordings leads to him being able to kill more freely. Meanwhile, Clown has no need to fight on the realm, since he does nothing but whenever he actually logs on LS. Lifestealers are always in one of two states, those being âI care about you and I will protect you with all my powerâ and âI literally dgaf fucking dieâ, and itâs never been more clear with these two.
In conclusion, Dutch Duo is fucking awesome and I need more of them. Thank you.
PS: Itâs kind of ironic that Clown and Parrot are Parallel duo, since at this point it might be Clown and Pangi.
(Sorry if the Tr!âs and LS!âs makes this hard or obnoxious to read itâs so annoying but I have to distinguish argh)
Lukey, now the incumbent mayor of New York, hires an old flame to deal with some lingering troubles out of city boundaries. However, the details of the contract they both signed are quite precise and explicit in detail...
Day 3, Entry 3 of the Lukey Subathon Writing Challenge I'm like half an hour late, but it's fine!
Read online or down below!
From the stairs, Pangi walked up in his well-fitted suit. The cuffs of his pants looked a little darker than usual and the lights reflected off the specks of suspicious liquid stuck on his shoes. At the sight, Lukey's heart raced.
It reminded him of old times, of sanguine celebrations where elegance was synonymous with skill. Oh how similar were their positions then, yet he enjoyed the difference in their dynamic now.
Lukey tried to hide his smile between clasped hands. âHow was it? Easier than you expected right?â
Pangi raked a hand through his hair, sweat dripped down his scaly temples. âI thought you said it was gonna be fun? It was like taking candy from a baby. He couldn't do anything.â
A blood soaked, green frog mask landed on the desk, staining the papers beneath it.
âDon't see why he was such a threat.â
Lukey shrugged, leaning back against his chair. âDoes it matter? Bringing you here, even for a bit, needed a price.â
He watched the pangolin hybrid walk around the desk up until he was directly staring down at Lukey. A hand reached out, loosening the tie that hung around his neck. Lukey's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
âAnd I had a problem. So why not hit two birds with one stone?â
Pangi's hands moved upwards, cupping Lukey's faceâhe leaned into it with a smile, not breaking eye contact. âAlways pursuing efficiency⊠never thinking about how I feel.â
Lukey closed his eyes and hummed into the hands holding him, they smelt of iron. Sensations traveled down his spine and pooled below his stomach. It's always Pangi who made him feel like this, only PangiâŠ
âI careâŠâ his voice cracked, âjustâsometimes I can't help and attend to those feelings till after you complete the mission.â
Pangi watched as Lukey slowly brought a finger into his mouth, the wet and warm feeling almost pushing him past the boundary of âprofessionalismâ he was acting out. He closed his eyes, letting out shaky breaths as the other man sucked on his fingers that weren't properly washed from the slaughter before.
âWouldnât want you to disappear again mid âbusiness' now do we?â Lukey's voice was hoarse after those lewd acts. Through half-lidded eyes⊠Pangi looked at his boy. So fucking beautiful.
âContract states every mission have a reward.â Lukey smiled against his hand again, pressing a kiss on his palm and one on the back of his hand. âYou always leave it blank.â
He leans back into his chair, this time the office lights making the situation in his pants more prominent than before. âAnd as the employer⊠I have every obligation to make sure my employee is satisfied.â
Lukey tracked his hand down his chest, until he grabbed his clothed erection. Slightly moaning as he stared at the other man and palmed himself.
âSoâŠyou satisfied with how your reward is lookin?â
Pangi's jaw was clenched, self-control quickly leaving him with every action Lukey did and every second he was in this damnable office.
The other man reached out, curling a finger towards himself. It was a simple act, but Pangi almost felt his knees buckle. He maintained his composure, silently walking to him and stood between his spread legs. The warmth only separated by two layers of clothing was increasingly obvious⊠it itched and yearned to have the barriers removed.
Lukey still palmed himself, lips moist from small bites after each pressed palm downwards. With a free hand he reached out to Pangi's tie, and slowly pulled him down to eye level.
âKiss me.â Authority and confidence radiated from that hoarse command.
So he did.
Butterscotch and whiskey, that's what Lukey tasted like in this world. It was intoxicating. He was intoxicating.
Not once or twice, but Pangi went in again and again, almost desperate to devour the other. Lukey didn't relent either as he leaned in, giving him more and more.
From a peck, to the clash of lips, a battle for dominance, and then a breakthrough of metallic flavor as teeth broke skin.
Pangi gasped as he moved away, not even realizing the blood wasn't his own. His tongue wiping the residue on his lip.
Lukey stayed in his chair, a hand touching the slightly swollen area where Pangi had bitten him. Red stained his fingertips. The fervent lust and need in his eyes only grew.
He pulled the other boy closer again, groaning in restrained ecstasy as Pangi put a knee against him for balance. It took a lot of effort to keep himself from just rutting up against him and unraveling into that hamster from another time.
Yet he spoke in broken breaths right into Pangi's ear, âYour reward⊠is⊠when you finish giving me⊠your load.â
It was unfiltered and raw. Completely unbecoming of a boss who's running New York. But, it was Pangi.
Since when did rules and expectations matter in the relationship between them? Last time the world would burn in their wake, now- a mere New York?
Pangi responded by grinding his knee downward causing Lukey to moan right into his ready mouth. And he held him there, right under the neck, feeling his quickening pulse with his thumb right at the jugular.
The older man let out a choked groan and whimper. âDo it, pleaseâŠbefore I change my mind, PangiâŠâ
He could feel him pushing up and against his knee. Desperate for touch and attention that required more finesse than the âbarbaricâ methods they were using now.
But Pangi wanted to take it slow, it was rare to get Lukey so pliant like this. So opposite of the rookie he knew before. There was thrill to it⊠like hunting the perfect prey. It was fun to break down his confident facade, better even.
âI'll take care of you Lukey⊠don't worry.â
It was a promise amidst the throughs of pleasure and lust.
The first to go were the ties, which quickly became restraints: one around Lukey's wrists behind the chair and the other became a makeshift gag. Pangi was delighted how much more physically expressive his boy had become afterwards and the noises that came out of him⊠he'd swore to never forget.
He stood over him again, tilting Lukey's head up to gaze into those coffee-brown eyes he'd missed for so long.
âYou're so prettyâŠâ He cupped his face and shook him around a little to the whimpers of protest. âAnd you're gonna be a good boy for me right?â
Lukey furrowed his brows and nodded, affirmative sounds coming from his throat. Pangi leaned down and kissed the corners of his mouth, smiling as the other man attempted to chase the kiss but was held back by the chair.
The next was his shirt⊠safe to say Lukey would have to get another tailored. Rewards are meant to be unwrapped after all. Pangi did it barehandedâunder the surprised gaze of the otherâas he bunched up the white dress shirt and tore it apart, buttons flying.
Lukey inhaled deeply as the cold air met his exposed torso. Pangi admired the the familiar pigmentation of blush that had spread down from Lukey's neck to his upper chest and pressed his hands on him. He trembled under his touch and groaned, leaning forward to rest his head on Pangi's arm.
âYou're so warmâŠâ His hands traveled down the other man's torso before coming back up to his chest. He felt the small nubs beneath his fingers, eyes glinting, he twisted them between his fingers lightly.
âMMMmmph!â Lukey moaned into his arm, he could feel his jaw clenching against the makeshift gag.
An open and awed smile was plastered on Pangi's face. He'd learned something newâŠ
He pushed the brunet back against the chair and admired the view before slowly getting down to his knees. Pangi preferred to do things this way, something about having the other man stare at him in a pleading fashion unable to force his head down as he slowly ministered him with his tongue. Something they had discovered together when exploring other fun options.
Pangi wanted to repeat that now that Lukey had this aura of leadership around him but couldnât use it.
His eyes never left Lukey's as his hands skillfully undone the belt, pulling it out with a snap, before wrapping it around his neck- the leash once again donned properly by it's owner. A smirk played upon Pangi's lips as he bent down slowly and mouthed against the straining, dark fabric.
Lukey's eyes widened, pupils blown with want. His hips moved upwards pushing against Pangi's mouthâ which was immediately wrestled down by the other with a firm grip.
Pangi looked up at him through the messy strands of hair, making sure Lukey saw him trace the outline with his mouth before lightly pressing a kiss on the tip. He smiled in satisfaction at the groan given by the other.
âPnnng! Hmmm!â
Pangi laid his arms on Lukey's lap and rested his cheek on his hand and with the other carefully kept tracing along the length of the protruding fabric.
With a raised eyebrow and a faint smile, he toyed with the zipper hidden behind the folds of the pants. âWant me to make it easier for you?â
Lukey nodded his head profusely, muffled whimpers coming from his throat.
He slowly pressed down on the zipper, eliciting a moan from Lukey, and pulled the little piece of metal down. It didn't do much, at least not yet.
From the gap between the now opened fabric, he could see the tinge of light blue inside. Pangi looked back up at Lukey with slight surprise and unbuttoned the pantsâ the latterâs breath picked up in pace almost immediately.
Pangi took Lukey into his hand with stride, carefully adjusting his grip to a level where Lukey would only want more, but couldnât get more. He leaned in towards the pangolinâs forehead with muffled pleas until their heads touched.
âShhhhhh⊠itâs okay baby. I got you.â He moved his hand upwards, palm squeezing the tip and waited for the olderâs attempt to buck upwards before loosening his grip at the last second. Lukey whined into the tie and looked into Pangiâs eyes hidden behind the glasses, he was begging.
He only smiled in return and offered quiet promises of release to the other boy through a gaze just above the frames of his lens as he continued his hand movements. His hand becoming more slick the longer he teased Lukey.
With his free hand Pangi pushed his reward back against his seat who grunted at the force, palm spread over his chest now covered with a slight layer of sweat.
Lukey looked so good like this⊠helpless under him. Sweating. Half-naked. Mewling for release.
Pangi couldn't help but squeeze his hand tighter prompting the other man to moan extensively as he also pushed his hips upward.
He smiled and pulled the loose belt that hung around Lukey's neck down up until they were face to face. His pupils were shot and damp streaks lined the sides of his face.
âReady to come for me Lukey?â Pangi whispered to him. Lukey could only nod with and offer a cut off whimper from his throat.
He sped up his hands and slowly increased the pressure he applied to Lukey with each stroke. The poor boy was practically shaking, trying to break away from the odd posture Pangi had put him in, but the pangolin wouldn't let him up. He wanted to see the desire overtake his man. To see his eyes roll up as Pangi gave him permission.
And he did.
Lukey let out a guttural groan from the depths of his lungs as he let out shot after shot of come. Pangi continued to stroke him through it, showering him with praises and pet names that hadn't been uttered in a long time up until he was a limp and shuddering mess from overstimulation.
âTsk tsk tsk.â Pangi clicked his tongue as he lifted up his hand towards the light with a smirk. It shined dully, a mixture of everything Lukey had to offer.
He stood up and looked down at his boy who was recoveringâblue eyes met glazed-over brown ones.
Pangi lifted his hand to his mouth and licked up his palm, only to be revolted by the taste in a twisted expression. âWhat the hell do you eat here?!â
Lukey chuckled from his chair, a funny sight given his current state of dress. But he offered his contracted employee a smile through the makeshift gag and an answer by nodding towards the windows outside.
Bamboo as far as the eye can see.
Pangi shook his head in disgust and wiped his hand down Lukey's exposed chest to the manâs dismay before leaning down to his ear.
âWe're not done yet Lukey⊠you still have to get my tip.â
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Lukey hobbled out to his office balcony, a glass of wine in hand and a satisfied smile playing on his lips. The moon shined brightly above, exposing the array of bruises on his torso that formed a trail from his neck to below his waist. His tongue still reminiscing in the taste that had lingered in his mouth just moments ago.
i don't know if this has already been said but... In my opinion pangi is a strange type of embodiment of gay AND european and everytime I think about it I get to stare at a wall.
