0:00 blow- kesha 3:40 skip to the good bit- rizzle kicks 7:02 WTF- HUGEL (feat. amber van day) 9:46 sway with me- saweetie (feat. GALXARA) 12:37 pump it- black eyed peas 16:13 blood // water (king kavalier remix)- grandson 19:17 riot- hollywood dead 23:07 alors on danse- stromae 26:36 fake- the tech wives 28:58 like a g6- far east movement 32:39 take my dinero (lucca saettone remix)- trinidad cardona 35:13 bitch better have my money- rihanna 38:54 scream & shout- will.i.am, britney spears +spotify: open.spotify.com/playlist/33OXuCdFOVBp0551Pm3eRs?si=3042c508c8324198
@Its.Chuuya.Not.Chibi---
Жыл бұрын
We all know scara is either standing on a stool or childe is crouching down-
@Tecchou_is_Hot
9 ай бұрын
Both 💀
@Its.Chuuya.Not.Chibi---
9 ай бұрын
@@Tecchou_is_Hot FR
@c4ndyyy_
2 жыл бұрын
HELLO?? THE NOISE I MADE WHEN I SAW THE PHOTO??? MEOW???
@wrmsswag8076
2 жыл бұрын
LMFAO WHAT-
@ny0omi
2 жыл бұрын
BRO SAME😭
@kaku_zyou
2 жыл бұрын
SAME BRO, BUT I'M IN TRAIN
@ra71.
Жыл бұрын
i keep coming(back), just bc of the photo 😭
@gachawolf2094
Жыл бұрын
I was like daddy 🥺🙏
@jae3401
2 жыл бұрын
I knew I was gonna love this playlist as soon as I heard the first song
@facelesssmoon9765
Жыл бұрын
2ND POV || GN (Please excuse any brevity this was written on a phone) “I *cant* believe Pierro would do this to me-“ You grumbled as you looked over the railing swirling a Gin a Tonic and throwing it back with a slight grimace. Pierro was supposed to be accompanying you to this event, or really just this overrun club filled to the brim with drunken Fatui. Though he had at least made a fair excuse as to why he could not accompany you this time, *work*. You scowled, work was not supposed to be on your mind, that was the whole reason of the event. Behind you a snicker sounded causing you to turn. “Tartaglia.” You muttered unimpressed, the man looked to be *far* too deep into a glass of Fire Water. He was carrying a bottle to. You rubbed your temples, maybe you should’ve taken the bottle. “Hello there Comrade!” He slurred, stumbling towards you as a group of Fatui Mirror Maidens eagerly followed his steps. Rather than his regular attire he was wearing a black suit, though his tie was undone and his shirt unbuttoned showing his chest. “Childe, for the Tsaritsa’s sake maybe you should sit down.” You groaned, letting him stumble into you before grabbing him by the waist. “Whoa there! Didn’t take you for someone so forward, comrade.” You grimaced slightly shooing the Mirror Maidens away as you brought Tartaglia to the Harbingers Private room. “I’m not. You’re going to make a fool out of the Harbingers names with how drunk you are.”
@thezodiacgirl7166
2 жыл бұрын
TW: Mention of booze, cursing, implied threats of death. "This, was a horrible idea." You muttered to yourself as you trudged alongside your superior's, the Harbingers to which they had managed to snag you along because you were the only fellow agent that happened to be conveniently available for the weekend they were about to raise hell's head rearing. How you'd wished you'd stay home. If they were any other people, you would have declined. With them? It's either their way or the high way. And the highway typically means strenous missions to the brink of death and endless paperwork. At this point you would have preferred the latter option if you knew that if you accepted, you would have landed yourself in this situation. Not that you yourself had a choice anyway. Not to mention, they were a bit too persuasive. They persuaded that you had done some good for once. That all your hard work and recognition surely can't be wasted through a specific event of a party? How much you cursed their silver tongue. Specifically your own superior, number 6th. That man can practically sway a crowd with a few words, which was how dangerously influential he is, a trait that you hated and admired so much at the same time. Surely you can handle a little bit of fun, can't you? the three of them asked you, after working so hard? And now look where you'd have gotten yourself. You knew of all people this was a horrible, atrocious idea. You had a strong idea this can go wrong. They can call you a pessimist all you want, that you suck all the fun out of the room, but wherever they went, disaster and chaos struck. Those two elements are definitely NOT your thing, despite the fact that you can hold your own just fine. And you knew it. As if they were ones to talk anyway about you not being so fun, you thought, eyeing the subtle drops of blood on their uniform. They too aren't ones you'd invite to a kid's party. But then again, who were they to listen to you? You're just an agent. THEY on the other hand were the three most powerful Harbingers. The most feared amongst Tevyat. Whenever they went, anxious sharpenings of a blade and an anxious skip of a heart reigned within the chests of those within proximity were heard, hoping they won't be next within their line of target. Other times they were the heat of scorn, and yet the three most prominent figures of Shneznaya breezed without so much as a care, power and men at their fingertips they could unleash if you even so much as muttered an incomprehensible word that would provoke their wrath. Oh how you wished you'd smack common sense into them, but you reigned yourself in. You'd prefer to keep your head on your own shoulders. "What was that?"sneered a slight voice, a tingle of electricity and oonze filling the tension filled air. Electric blue eyes looked back at you, warning you to keep your insolent mouth shut. You looked back at the number 6th, the Balladeer calmly as you squared your shoulders. "Nothing, my lord." You said aloud, biting your tongue in hopes that you would at least slip away into the shadows as usual, cursing yourself for being too audacious to speak your thoughts outloud. Eyeing you for a moment as purple light swelled from the power of the electricity tingling temptingly within his hands, he curled his fingers, turned on his heel and stormed away. To your right, you heard a sniff. Number 8th, the Fair Lady herself adjusted her dress all the while muttering underneath her breath unflattering things about the balladeer, barely sparing you a glance as she did. Behind you, a chuckle escaped his lips as an arm was thrown around you, the gesture friendly but also a locked embrace with another warning; "Say anything else, and you're dead." Looking up with a feigned annoyed look, Childe looked back down at you with a grin that didn't meet those hollowed out eyes, a friendly one with a dangerously acidic facade. A wolf in sheep's clothing. Upon smelling some sort of booze as the four of you arrived within the door, loud music blaring from within the walls, you winced. This was going to be a long night. A slow hand raised to your face as you dragged it down, trying to shove down an inward groan that was beginning to bubble upwards. Oh why, oh why in the name of Celestia did you agree to this? All to keep your head on your shoulders? At this point, death was more acceptable then THIS. "What the fuck?" you thought to yourself as the Balladeer, with an unhinged grin creeping on his face, kicked down the door, causing the guests to gasp and reel backwards, allowing room for an opening opportunity of endless screams. "Oh come on, you don't want to miss out on all the fun comrade, don't you?" Childe chirped, the insanity in his voice lurking within his cheerful tone. "We have different definitions of fun, sir." You replied curtly. His laughter among the waves of fear rolling in could be heard within the next few seconds before hell broke loose.
@thezodiacgirl7166
2 жыл бұрын
Part 2 I guess? This is going to be a short one, so have it I guess. Spoiler alert: It's pretty long, so fair warning. Implied Scaramouche x You. Slipping away from Childe to the best of your ability, you plunged into the crowd. As you did, you swore furiously, weaving in between the chaos of people screaming, shoving each other out of so much fear they were barely able to see where they were going. Much less who they could run into. Obviously this is what the Harbingers were planning to do, to strike fear where they can do whatever they delighted to do. Easing your way through, you bumped shoulders to someone, causing you to spin around to meet a fearful gaze of what seemed like a teenage girl. Your gaze softened only for a split second. Clearly both of you didn't want to be in this situation. At least that both of you can relate. "Go, get out of here. I'm not in the mood to cause chaos. Not my thing." You waved her off as you once again tried to trapise through the crowd in hopes to get out through the backyard. Silence was the only comfortable option you'd see as a celebration. You were never one to belong in "social" festivities with people you barely know. "You're a Fatui Agent though." She stammered, trying to hold her ground when her voice shook with fear. For a moment a jolt of deja vu hit you. You knew what it was like to be helpless, unable to do anything. The last thing you wanted was to cause that more than necessary, even though you technically worked with war criminals. Heck, you were one of their soldiers. You locked eyes with her once again, more deadpanned and annoyed then before, despite feeling sympathy still. "Just because I'm with the Fatui doesn't mean I agree with their ways of 'executing their justice'. To be frank, I'm just there to support my family. Now get on outta here. It's for your own safety." You said bluntly, feeling your anxiety and irritation for her beginning to rise. If you stalled longer, an innocent teenage girl would be dead tomorrow. Even if it didn't matter, because it never does with the Fatui, you'd at least have to try, right? Even though you're a war criminal yourself, you're no monster. Turning on your heel without waiting for a reply from her, you ran through the crowd, shoving all the while muttering "excuse me" on the way, not that it would matter at this rate again, anyway. Not when they're either going to be dead, or barely even so much as alive with your superior's crashing in. "Why did I even try?" You wondered aloud as you feel the familiar, threatening tingle of electricity shocking the air. Footsteps flooding the area as the jingle of bells swayed within the beat of the music that was neglected. Your heart started to turn within your chest as you stopped within the interior of the backyard door, flinging it open with much needed relief. Cold air burned your face as the wind blew around you, battering your skin. Panting and wiping sweat from your forehead, which was cramped and hot atmosphere trapped within the walls, you froze as the jingle of bells approached you more closer than before. "Tch. I was wondering where you were, how annoying." A cold and rough hand grabbed you by the wrist and whirled you around, it's graceful fingers digging its nails into your skin. "Apologies for wanting to leave a suffocating atmosphere." You nodded at the Balladeer, who seemed to be studying you with what seemed to be an unreadable expression. Trying to keep your calm as to not lash out, you clenched your own fists as you met those electric eyes that threatened to skewer you before, which were filled with amused interest. The Balladeer's other hand gently traced your chin before gripping it roughly. "You had the audacity, to run from me like this." He muttered, leaning in close as he studied you further. Your heart skipped a beat and you refused to jerk away or look the other direction, to show weakness. Heat flared your cheeks as your heart then proceeded to do backflips. Good Archons, the things this man does to you is infuriating.
@quincy4231
2 жыл бұрын
Pls tell me you have a Wattpad account 😫🙂
@thezodiacgirl7166
2 жыл бұрын
@@quincy4231 Yeah, I do, actually.
@quincy4231
2 жыл бұрын
What’s your account name pls
@thezodiacgirl7166
2 жыл бұрын
@@quincy4231 InnaTheArtist
@saey8659
2 жыл бұрын
🕯🕯🕯manifesting more stories in the com sec🕯🕯🕯
@alexei134
2 жыл бұрын
Still saying that your playlists need to reach to more people, u are a genious Kalon, you make the songs on your playlist match the characters on the title
@kalon_
2 жыл бұрын
thank you so much :,))
@rio9530
2 жыл бұрын
I absolutely love this playlist, tysm for making it tho
@kalon_
2 жыл бұрын
thank youuu! im glad you like it!!
@ДзанкокумиТян-э9ф
2 жыл бұрын
Можно идти проходить бездну, найс
@Kyohroo
2 жыл бұрын
I LOVE THIS PLAYLIST THIS GOT ME BACK ON WATTPAD
@lunavz8433
Жыл бұрын
RAIDEN?
@Kyohroo
Жыл бұрын
@@lunavz8433 YES
@lunavz8433
Жыл бұрын
@@Kyohroo WHAT R U DOING HERE
@Kyohroo
Жыл бұрын
@@lunavz8433 Educational reasons
@lunavz8433
Жыл бұрын
@@Kyohroo realy? Me too also hows scara doing 🥰
@olwyn08
2 жыл бұрын
I can't believe that rizzle kicks is this playlist. I thought everyone forgot about them
@doushinjinxlynn
Жыл бұрын
The version of sway with me almost actually ended my life- I was NOT prepared at ALL like mmmmmmmm I'm gonna die, Kalon you're gonna kill me-
@Bia-vi9id
Жыл бұрын
THE PICTURE GOD--
@翔いかさわ
2 жыл бұрын
I knew it I shouldn’t have left this two doing something bad 😐 ( tho i like it😩)
@orilenaitsukino
Жыл бұрын
Lately one of my favorite playlists 💜💜
@rang8263
2 жыл бұрын
GOD-
@nannersie
Жыл бұрын
In love with this playlist from the songs to the Chiscara art 💕
@mixalarhs
2 жыл бұрын
slayed
@voyohoyo716
2 жыл бұрын
whys scaramouche the same height ad childr
@jennyyou4113
2 жыл бұрын
fool, he is obviously standing on 7 boxes as Childe sits
@voyohoyo716
2 жыл бұрын
@@jennyyou4113oh i didnt see it the image was cut thanks for the info!!
@jennyyou4113
2 жыл бұрын
@@voyohoyo716 nonono dear me it was a joke!! T.T
@voyohoyo716
2 жыл бұрын
@@jennyyou4113 ik me2
@doushinjinxlynn
Жыл бұрын
@Akaashi's Water Bottle Yeah, thats what makes sense for his position
@simpkek
Жыл бұрын
it's a great playlist but honestly? i feel like that's not the music the fatui would blast on parties, EVEN the youngest ones let me explain: sneznaya (obviously) represents russia and it's somewhat common there to listen to older popular 00's and 10's russian artists like meladze, kirkorov and maxim so........ for someone who lives in russia this playlist is SOOO unrealistic hehe but it's fun anyway i like it!! x)
@simpkek
Жыл бұрын
@@venti_archon подруга, это потому что я буквально из России хвэыэвхыхы
@simpkek
Жыл бұрын
@@venti_archon не знаю что у вас за тусовки такие, но в тех пяти регионах, где я жила в разные периоды жизни, постоянно играет наша старая добрая эстрада
@Shgnraiden
2 жыл бұрын
this is STUNNİNG
@jellypug7413
4 ай бұрын
Gender Neutral, 2nd POV (I tried, I'm sorry this is my first time writing?) (Reading back this is actually so bad but I just wanted to write my own thoughts here!) TW: Mentions of death and blood, and probably some OOC Tartag and Scara Distant and muffled EDM music could be heard inside the club you were steadily approaching with your two, oh so wonderful, superiors. It had just happened that they had free time and wanted to go "check out a club nearby", and you were the first person they could grab to accompany them. Although their subordinate, you were still strong enough to stand alongside them, and boy was it fun to cause chaos whenever you could. Sneers and chuckles from behind as you stopped at the front door, surprisingly with no bouncer. "Come on Comrade, Don't ruin the fun" You heard a sly voice behind you as the two of them stepped forward, electricity spiking through the air before a loud crackle resounded, the door falling with a loud thud. The music began to pause for a second as everyone in the room looked and noticed the two menacing figures walking forth. It took a second for panic to settle in as the people scrambled about like puny rats in a kitchen, scurrying to find an exit. Sure, you weren't as maniacally deranged as either of them, but it still brought you the sadistic joy of watching chaos unfold, but, there was always a line of too far. A line of innocents being murdered for the sake of fun was way past your expectations. What was planned to just be the destruction of the property of the club turned into something more violent as your face grimaced. The uncomfortable feeling settled in as you saw full fear unfolding as a one-sided battle unfolded before you. You stood there, unable to move as you watched the scene in front of you, Tartaglia sending hydro-infused electricity as it sparked through the air, the sound of electricity crackling against water sent a chill down your spine. "Why are you just standing there? Tch. You didn't think we'd brought you here just to watch right?" Scaramouche's condescending voice echoes beside your ear as you turn to look at him with a scowl, to which he returns with a wicked grin. However you don't budge as you glare into his eyes; "Chaos and destruction is fine, but what do you gain from murdering innocent lives?" You asked rhetorically as he stepped back. "To see them suffer, like little lowlifes under my fingertips!" He said and then laughed to himself like a true villain, his hand going to the side of your waist and pulling you close. "And don't even try to leave. Go on. Do your job. That's an order." He said quietly right next to your ears, your face flushing from the close proximity before noticing Tartaglia walking over to you, his footsteps echoing loudly over the now quiet music. You look over and notice a few dead bodies, but most people were already scrambling to leave, or already gone. "Come on Comrade, there's no way you're going to let your two superiors do all the dirty work right? At least help us clean up." With this, he tilts your head to meet his, moving dangerously close to you. This predicament had your heart racing just a bit faster than before, having Scaramouche's hand on your waist and Childe's on your chin, making you look at him. It seems as if they both linger on you for a moment, the two stare as if burning into your skin before they both let go. "Now come on, you do have your pyro vision already. Why don't you get rid of those bodies for us? Then we'll have the dance floor all to ourselves" Childe remarked as he stepped back and showed the dance floor that is now littered with bodies. You grimaced as you stared at the scene in front of you. "Don't tell me you can't even do that much. Tch." Scaramouche reprimanded as he pulled Childe to stand in front of you and he disappeared behind him, streaks of his elements flew through the air before all that was left on the dancefloor was a dust cloud. "Now, Let's have our own fun, Comrade," Childe says before pulling your hand towards the dance floor where a scowling Scaramouche stood, the quieter music still echoing through the club.
@Azaleaaah
2 жыл бұрын
Wooo
@monse5858
2 жыл бұрын
esta re buena esta mmda
@argent790
Жыл бұрын
Based playlist actually
@narjesgheyytazi243
Жыл бұрын
Ship
@jellypug7413
4 ай бұрын
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@Airin..
9 ай бұрын
i really doubt theyd host parties, as all of them ( atleast the main 11 ) seem to "anti-social" or self absorbed to downgrade to "lowlife" parties and gatherings such as this tho i feel like this may be a party planned by lower members/stationed workers and the main 11 had just stumbled upon it, having nothing else to do ( that or their really fucking depressed and decided to get wasted ) they decide to supervise but end up getting so drunk they unknowingly start partying so I think the songs fit lmao More hcs because yes: what kind of drunks are the main 11? Pierro: an emotional drunk: i feel hed have alot of baggage and some of it tends to come out after the 5th glass of wine Capitano: the "happy" drunk: tends to get all giddy over things despite his usual collected and stoic behavior tho this is very occasional as the captain is not much of a drinker Dottore: a flirtatious drunk: tends to flirt to random lower class worker's that or his victims are Pierro and pantalone, usually gets drunk easily so this happens often. Columbina: she doesn't drink she prefers to sip her un-alcoholic wine whilst watching everyone else in the corner tho she usually ends up taking care of Arlecchino Arlecchino: the vomiting drunk: her alcohol tolerance is fairly good it's just she tends to chug her alcohol down quite fast.. usually competing with lower ranked members ( she tends to goof around just a bit she finds it makes good "bonds" in the work place ) in beer drinking contests, she usually throws it all up after and backs out for the rest of the night with columbina having the displeasure of caring for her. Pulcinella: the sloppy drunk: he rarely gets drunk as he has a high alcohol tolerance tho when he does he tends to.. be more blunt than he usually is, his kind facade ( even the one he uses towards his co-workers and lower ranked workers ) comes off and he often becomes more blunt and straight forward often acting " to rude " even to the fatui. Scaramouche: The secretive drunk ( somewhat of an affectionate drunk aswell ): he doesn't partake in drinking often but when he does tends to act fairly the same, tho around certain people, such as Tartaglia he tends to get a bit mushy, sometimes he compliments Tartaglia in a sense, " your so fucking ugly, the only good thing about you is your pretty smile.. everything else's shit " kind of compliment, it's almost always backhanded but it's nicer than what he usually says. Sandrone: reckless drunk: she tends to stray from her robot butler and let's say she does some... Questionable things.. La Signora: emotional drunk: she honestly just cries whenever she sees any young man with black hair as they remind her of her lover and she ends up having several glasses of wine over the course of her mental breakdown. Pantalone: flirtatious drunk/a rambler: pantalone often drinks tho has a average tolerance, he often flirts with many drunk higher ups, he often tho is one of the only harbingers to have somewhat of a logical conscience when drunk, if he's not flirting with anyone he tends to approach random people and ramble on and on about his theory's till he's blacked out or they've blacked out. Tartaglia: reckless drunk: ajax is well ajax when drunk just less logical thinking, he often does odd stunts or is excessively loud when drunk, his usual victim when he annoys people is Pulcinella and scaramouche.
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