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People always call Venti weak, say he's the worst Archon.. guys, Venti was bored and created an Archipel ! He killed a dragon and it created Dragonspine ! This guy went to war in a skimpy femboy outfit and *doesn't have any scar, no visible wound, nothing !* Sure no Archon does, but Venti was the least clothed ! Also, he let Signora kick him around ONLY because his husband was killed in the war because of Venti ... 400 + YEARS AGO ! THIS CUTE BABY ALCOHOLIC REMEMBERED ! In my opinion, he is the strongest Archon !

I feel so left out with all the dirty little traitor comments but I’m a boy so I don’t wanna have to change all the pronouns in it 😭

Ok but this version of the 1st song is way too good omg

did you change your name on spotify.? or did you make everything private, or did you delete everything? I just had your spiral abyss playlist saved and now it's gone :( If these are weird questions to ask, then please ignore this

Fuck you, im gonna see a comic dub of this little book yall are spamming, im just too curious

DOES EVERYBODY IN THIS COMMENT HAVE READ DIRTY LITTLE TRAITOR???

The Kaeya one 😂

him tripping at the beginning was everything fr

"He's so tall and handsome as hell" only one part of that is true..

Just spent the whole playlist in the comments😅 I will have to listen to this again. Not that that’s a bad thing

*crying*

the trauma that fanfic had on me and the way it's so canon to how scaramouche is, IT'S SCARY

I can already smell the Dirty Little Traitor references just from that title

For my venti is not the weakest archon, just the most peaceful and he is not interested in reminding his people that he is the absolute authority like his conceited companions

Spoilers for Dirty Little Traitos WHY DID Y/N HAVE TO LEAVE HIM LIKE THAT LIKE DAMN BRO, WHY MAKE US READERS SOB LIKE THAT

Made a poem while listening- Not the best but I wanted to share because why not?👍✨ He's always held back, took it all in Days, weeks and months pass, slowly patience runs thin After all years of rest, all they do is insult The joy of having a choice deteriorates and it's their fault For what can you give a God other than respect? He is indeed all powerful, yet never people's view as perfect "Still the weakest", "Someone else could've been better" Yet they are powerful enough to never lash at those offenders Stop your nagging, your whining, your insolent little cries For your words with tones of poison can lead to, once again, whirlwind skies For once, use your senses that isn't your mouth Listen to his angered emotions as he might one day scream and shout Your melodies that you find comforting that wake you or drive you to slumber Might never be heard again, all you'll hear is thunder For what of their heart should they give if others show none? It's easy to say, none, as well. Yet it's not easy to lose your freedom. So if you want to keep your freedom, if you care for your life Watch your words, watch your actions, watch yourself to one day still be alive For the wind is everywhere, it is never coming to halt If it ever does, you and your words of venom are at fault

I discovered something new today… you can get adrenaline by anticipation Found out from experience

ANGRY TOO FITS A BIT TOO WELL…

I know everyone is going on about his secretary but have you heard of miss investigator

I loved all the POV’s

Bennet Looks… Jelly-Fied

This aged well XD

Скажу вот что , я переслушала много плейлистов с Скарамуччей,но все песни вообще не подходили под него, но у вас получился реально хороший и похожий плейлист Скарамуччи, и можно подумать что он бы реально слушал бы эти песни

while id be like so upset if anything happened to venti, i have to admit the idea of him snapping is intriguing. i think brutus is definitely my favorite out of this playlist, because i imagine yhe snapping is more towards celestia or the principles or smth rather than teyvat in general or mondstadt

no words. this is just the perfect playlist for him

Whenever I listen to this playlist my brain goes into killing mode in genshin XD

I just don't think Venti would get over his blood craving tendencies in 500 years after a long slumber, alas came to be this little thingie. Hope you like it :D. Just as that traitors vision froze his feet, Venti started to feel his patience dimming. He could feel it in is soul, a bone deep yearn for blood and death he thought long dead was all he had to occupy his head. A strong wind, unmatched by all weather seen by Mond in the last half-a-century, blew fervently from him. He let it, it's not like he was bothered enough to stop it, not like last time. "Is this it?" - Venti laughed, merrily as if he hadn't just taken away her breath, so much so that the insolent Harbringers body was turning purple. "La Signora, was it?" - he cooed - "a waste of letters for someone who didn't read past the introduction of the How To Be Before an Archon, really..." The Traveller was watching, and he couldn't give a flying shit. It was due time for Mondstadt to recognize true divinity where it stood. A god amongst its people. A figure of worship, a figure of awe and fear. Venti, no, *Barbatos* was awake, and the wind roared at his feet announcing his arrival.

Cant find any Scara's playlist without the cmt with that Fanfic reference

Finally someone is adding Nico's songs 🛐

Это однозначно мой любимый плейлист!!!🤩🤩🤩🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍

AM I SUPPOSED TO HAVE READ THAT FIC THAT EVERYONE IS BANGING ON ABOUT? IS IT ANY GOOD AND SHOULD I READ IT??

scara's a primadona girl so true

**Sigh** What did I do this time?

POV TIMEEEE -Mild NSFW You wake up in your bed, a cool breeze washing over your face. Which is odd. The other odd thing is that Scaramouche wasn't laying next to you. You two had been chasing each other around for almost a year. You being the 12th Harbinger, having to maintain a professional workplace and being in love with someone like him in general was hard. You both knew how you felt about each other yet didn't say anything for so long. A lot of things weren't said yet. So earlier this night, you went to tell him how you felt but things got... a little *heated* to say the least. You sit up from your bed, topless and look around the room, in search for the purple haired man. You find your shirt and underwear from before they were discarded and put them back on. In the process of clothing yourself, you hear a small sigh come from your right. You look over to see the purple haired man sitting on the balcony, looking at the view of the city (wherever you wanna be ig--). You walked over to him to see that all he was wearing was a blanket that loosely draped over his body, falling off his left shoulder. You softly placed a hand on his left shoulder, him not even acknowledging your touch. "'Kuni?" "...Why are you up?" "I should be asking you the same thing. You need sleep." "No, I don't." "Kuni." "Stop calling me that.." "You told me to." "..." You crouch down next to him, looking up at him slightly, him looking somewhat sad. "What's wrong?" "I'm just-- Overwhelmed." "How?" "Just by everything that's happened with us. It all happened and escalated so quickly. N-not that I really mind;" His pale face flushed slightly as you chuckled. "It was just overwhelming to say the least... Because I'm not exactly used to having such strong emotions." You felt bad for him. You knew how he ended up here. You knew how he came to be, why he resents the Electro Archon so much. Why he's selective with the people he gets close to. You knew it all. And you felt pity towards him. Not exactly being able to express himself properly with emotions let alone sometimes even feel them. You wanted to help him so badly. So you tried everything. But nothing seemed to really work. You almost accepted that he really was just a puppet with no emotions, almost gave up on everything but once he said that all he wanted to experience was a certain emotion... You started to treat him as such. Over time, you both fell into the hole that is *love*. Something that he never experienced and wanted so desperately. So you did everything in your power to make him feel loved. Even before this night, you did everything to make sure he felt wanted by you. The Harbingers didn't understand why you did it, at the time you didn't either. Sometimes you still don't know. Even now, you don't really understand why you felt such a need to help this man but you felt completely obligated to do so. So you helped him and still wanted to help him. "Last night-- Ive never felt something like that before." Felt? He *felt* something! You got so excited. "Felt?" You tried to maintain your enthusiasm. He nods hesitantly. "What did you feel?" "It was a-- Tingly, warm feeling. I felt it here." He puts a hand to his chest. "I felt a rush. I only feel this rush when i look at you; which is-- Odd." You chuckle as he looks somewhat offended. "Why are you laughing? Yeah, well, sorry I don't know what I'm talking about." He sarcastically replies as he clutches the blanket that was covering him and looks away from you. "N-no! I wasn't laughing at you! I'm happy." "Happy?" You nod. "...About what?" "You finally felt it." "Felt what?" "*Love*" In that moment, Scaramouche froze where he sat. He didn't know what to say. He blinked and his entire face turned bright red. You chuckled at him again as he looked at the ground in shock, he cupped his cheeks, feeling how hot they were. You reach out your hands and place your hands atop his, also cupping his cheeks. "Your adorable, you know that?" He scowls slightly, his face still bright red. You chuckle before you pull him closer to him and kiss the tip of his nose. He pulls away from your hands. "Tch... If your gonna kiss me, actually kiss me, dumbass." You stare at him with a blank stare for a few seconds before chuckling. You stand up and pin him to the chair he was sitting it, putting both of your arms on the armrests on either side of Scaramouche. "If you insist." You lean into his face as he hesitantly leaned in as well. Your lips colliding with one another's'. His arm snakes around your waist and pulls you onto his lap, followed by a small moan that escaped his lips. Your tongue's swirled against each others' as his hands travelled up and down your back as you towered over him. The more you kept kissing, the more you felt him beneath you and the more you grinded on him to tease him. He groaned against your lips as you did so which made you chuckle. He pulls away from the kiss, his eyes half lidded and panting furiously underneath you. "Can we do it again?" You smirk down at him as he nuzzled against your chest, you kissing the crown of his head. Your hands travel to the blanket that was draped over his body and began to take it off of his shoulders, exposing his skin. His soft, soft skin that was already covered in marks from you; his skin calling to you to make even more. He looks up at you, his eyes pleading. "*Please*" He says in a desperate tone. "I want to feel it again. I want to feel *you* again." "I love that idea."

This playlist is so underrated

I see so many comments about the fanfic “Dirty little traitor” I’ll just go read it now 😭😭

I know I'm like a year late to this video, but this is the BEST Venti playlist I have ever heard and is now my favorite<3 I now listen to this playlist on loop. :>

oddly fitting for the possible events of 3.1 now fhjdjs

The kaeya one...

this might be too late to comment but GOSH THE SONG CHOICES IS SO GOOF HELLO? thanks for your hardwork (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

“Indeed, it is as you have guessed. I will require one cocogoat for the contract to be complete.”

Lay all your love on me in a scara playlist I'm convulsing

IM DYING LMAO

This playlist was the best thing I found! it's too perfect! Congratulations on the choice!

Nice playlist! I wrote a pov gn!y/n in case there is any confusion, y/n is a travelling street performer (dancer) Story is rather long, split in between this comment and the first reply === "Wherever you go, I will find you..." He was miles away, yet you could hear these whispers just as clearly as the day he had spoken them to your ear in the middle of the night, before he let you go, looking at you scurry out in the stormy as fast as you could. Cold. Calculated. Dangerous. Enticing. That's how he had appeared to you the day you first saw him. You, a lively and and bright girl/guy/person, had somehow been drawn to this little man and his dark aura, composed demeanor and alluring eyes. You had started seeing him everywhere you went, hidden in the shadows, a devilish grin on his lips, his piercing glare tracking your every movement when you were performing in the different squares. And if you were being honest with yourself, you liked the attention. Or maybe even more: craved it. One day you made a daring move. One you should have never done. You went to talk to him after one of your dances. "You always come to see me! I am quite touched by your dedication! Do you want me to tell you when my next shows are?" He audaciously moved his hand up and brought it closer to your face. You held your breath. He wouldn't be so bold as to touch you, would he? His hand passes close to your cheek, barely missing it, his fingers softly reaching out for a lock of your delicate hair. Your eyes are locked on his movements, as he spends a few seconds intertwining the strand with his fingers - they feel like an eternity - while you still struggle to breathe. He lets go of your hair and looks back towards you. "Do not worry... I will find you" Your eyes are locked into his gaze, as he disappears in the dark. You were terrified. Yet, you ran after him in those dark alleys. But he had disappeared. The next day you performed again. You scanned the crowd as you were dancing. He was nowhere to be seen. You searched the many faces watching you, the passerby, the balconies, the windows, the tavern fronts, the dark alleys as you swirled to the music again and again. You couldn't see him. He wasn't there. You couldn't dance properly. His absence distracted you too much. You finished as well as you could, still scanning the crowd as people applauded and threw flowers at your feet. But he wasn't here. You were too shaken to dance for a few days. It had been weeks he had been here every single time. Whatever location. Whatever time. When you tried to think about it, you couldn't even remember when was the last time he _wasn't_ at one of your shows. It could be weeks. It could be more. Why were you so shaken just because a person didn't come? Hell you didn't even know his name. But everything about this man was hazardously enticing. You had to start dancing again. Busking was your bread and butter after all. You tried to focus on your performance and not on the crowd. His presence or absence should be unwavering. Yet you still felt the yearn to search the sea of cheering faces. You stayed as concentrated as possible, and the few times your eyes had wandered, you hadn't seen him. You bowed at the end of your performance. The ground in front of you soon became laden with flowers. But in the middle of the cecilias and calla lilies lay a flower that did not belong in Mondstat. You dropped down to pick it up. It was a dark purple rose. The stem was as black as obsidian and had dangerously sharp thorns. Somehow you knew only one person could have thrown this flower. You looked up and started running through the crowd, the people splitting to let you pass at the sight of your panicked expression. You ran until you saw them. A pair of purple eyes in the oh too dark shade of a building. Staring at you intently. He was there. You stopped right in front of him, out of breath from the run. Your emotions were all over the place. A mix of mentally beating yourself up for coming here yet this alluring feeling of being drawn to him. You started to sob. You didn't even know why. He was looking at you, as composed as always, a mischievous smile toying across his lips. You were squeezing the rose's stem so hard with your two hands, the thorns penetrating your skin til it bled. "Don't squeeze this poor flower", he calmly says as he takes your hands, the simple touch immediately releasing the tension in them as you look at him in astonishment. "We wouldn't want those graceful hands of yours to be hurt would we", he continues as he breaks some thorns off the stem and replaces the flower in your hands. Your eyes fall back down to your feet and you cower, your shoulders tensing. "Please tell me you'll always be here" That was a stupid thing to say, really. But as he heard this he just let out a deep yet stifled chuckle, grabbing your chin and lifting your head up, delicately brushing his lips against your cheek. "I will" He took a hat laying besides him and adjusted it on his head, the chimes at the bottom making a melodious jingle. He turned around and took a few steps. "Oh and the other day", he stopped and adjusted his hat, "I was there" You looked up and saw the hat. You had seen this hat before. In the crowd the other day. He had been there. Wasn't that what he had told you? That he'd be there? "My alleged absence seemed to have rather distressed you.” He walked into the dark. "Wait!" You ran after him, catching him before he could disappear again. === Part 2 in first reply

Heyy I didn’t see any POVS and this is my first time so don’t judge- It was a cool morning and it was around 6:00AM and you heard someone knock on your door… You thought this was strange since you didn’t have to get to the head quarters for another hour, so you look on the camera to see who it was and to your surprise it was Scaramouche (he is your boss) so naturally you thought you were dead. You slowly walk to the door in a baggy sweatshirt with bed head, you didn’t want to keep him waiting because of his well known anger issues. You open the door with a scared expression but oddly the first thing you notice is that he has one arm behind his back and a nervous type look in his face you say “Hello my lord” you bow remembering you don’t have your vision so you have no way of escaping if anything were to happen. He simply replies “Hello..” with a sudden flustered type look on his face, you instantly curious because of his tone. “How May I assist you?” you get back to a standing position and he has a even more red face than before. He suddenly walks in your house and grabs your arm and lets go once your in your room. “I don’t want anyone to know about this. I mean NO one.” He said with a soft yet demanding voice, he gets stif and pulls his hat over his head and quickly says “Y/N I have known you for some time will you become my partner in crime…” unsure what he was meaning he either ment to date or to rank up.. “scara.. I-“ you were instantly interrupted by- To Continued.

When your main dps gets their burst bacc: 14:06 - 14:09

Ah the first song got me just like the others especially the Scaramouche playlists been listening to the two I found on repeat today just too good to pass up 😌