#Muse; Dax

[amalgamatedmuses]

"-- Oops."

Dax looks at the person before him with wide eyes, mentally cursing himself for shifting in front of a stranger. But he had a cold, and was a bit out of sorts; he hadn't meant to step out of his fox form and into his human form when someone was looking.

[amalgamatedmuses]

"Hmm. I guess." Dax found himself agreeing after a few moments of thought. Ego could be dangerous, and that danger increased tenfold in the hands of people with powers. Just take the first Principle of Tregarren College, for example; Patrick Wood had had an ego the size of Mars, and that hand in hand with his charming Glamour ability had killed someone, and nearly killed Dax.

"God, yeah, it was fucking insane." Dax doesn't swear a lot, which is a surprise given all he's been through, but it felt like an approriate reaction.

"No, my parents didn't know. Well, my dad sort of knew, but my stepmum didn't have a clue, luckily. Got locked in a shed on one of the hottest days of the year, passed out and woke up as a fox. Managed to crawl out of a hole in the shed wall and ran off. I thought I was dreaming at first, but when I woke up as me again I wasn't stuck in the shed anymore." That was very much the short version, but it would do for now.

"Nice to meet you, Matyr. Cool name."

"Being a god doesn't exactly give someone the right to a big ego... at least, I don't think so." From his perspective, he could certainly name a few gods who likely did have big egos, his father being the first that came to mind. Some of his siblings being close behind. But when it came down to himself, he never saw himself as above or below anyone, he was a god, yes, but like everyone else on the planet, he had duties, he had responsibilities and he carried them out to the best of his ability.

No better or worse than anyone else carried out theirs.

"But you don't need to thank me. I'm just here when people need a boost, that extra nudge of encouragement, I guess. I can't take all the credit." Despite how casual a manner the deity had, he was still humble, refusing to take all the credit for people's bravery when he knew that people could be courageous without his influence, it was just that sometimes they needed some encouragement to get them over the finish line. That was where he came in.

Or, for those he punished -- - he'd either take away every last ounce of bravery they had left, or turn it up to eleven and let their overarrogance decide their fate.

"Huh, must've been one hell of a wake-up all? Realising you're not human?" Matyr couldn't really imagine it, he'd always known what he was, but to live one way and wake up and find out differently one day? "How'd you find out, anyway? Did your folks tell you or did you have, I don't know... did your abilities sort of manifest themselves and give it all away?" He asked aloud, genuinely curious.

"And it's good to meet you, Dax. I'm Matyr."

[walkingstackofbooks]

AU where, instead of killing Jadzia, Dukat's uncontrol of his own power ends up severing the connection between Jadzia and Dax in a way that leaves them both just barely alive.

Julian manages to save both, but fears rejoining them would be fatal, and so the symbiont is sent back to Trill asap - joining with Ezri on the way, for lack of other alternatives.

Ezri still finds her way to DS9 and we see her journey of learning to be a new person, but we also see Jadzia figuring out who she is now - definitely not the same Jadzia she was 8 years ago, before joining, but neither quite the same person she was a few weeks ago as Jadzia Dax.

[terrorbitch]

open to: w & nb, over twenty-five.

plot: dax picked up your muse hitchhiking and is slowly offering to compensate him. 👀

she was cute, standing out in the middle of nowhere with her thumb sticking out. he had a bunch of books piled in the back of the cab, and the vintage truck he was driving had been fixed up to a point where it looked immaculate. he didn't want to come off as creepy when he pulled over, so he was thankful that he was driving to a book signing in the city instead of a hunting trip. not that he'd go on one... "you don't have to thank me. i suppose i worried about the potentially odd people that might pick you up, and decided that a grumpy old man such as myself was a much better option than what could have been." but her hand was on his thigh, and he was swallowing thickly. "consider it my good deed of the day."

[kyliafanfiction]

I think in a different Universe, Bashir could have had a chance with Jadzia.

I'm glad he didn't, and they went a different route with her, but I do think the potential existed, under different circumstances.

[amalgamatedmuses]

"Nah, don't think so. The place my mum came from was full of people with different abilities. Sure, they probably had some fancy tech, but the powers were natural, as far as I know."

"Even there shapeshifters are rare, though. You're more likely to find telekinetics or mediums."

" Well that rules a Cervid out to being your mum, because morphing is not genetic, it's tech." Oh he made a rhyme. Maybe it was another kind of being he is unaware of. Regulus shrugged at the thought. The alien prince then reverts back to his regular form, the golden centaur form with four eyes and no mouth.

He shakes himself. He stretched. < Anyway, perhaps maybe if she was a Cervid, then maybe.. somehow.> He was still unsure how that will work though. He paced around and walked around the room, his tail realxed.

[ofaflower]

muse tags.

[sshbpodcast]

Episode 191: Deep Space Mimes

DS9: "The Muse" and "For the Cause"

Relationships seem to be the real focal point this week on DS9. First up, Lwaxana is having marriage trouble and Jake has fallen in with a dangerous older woman in "The Muse"! After that, Sisko has to grapple with the fact that his girlfriend might be a traitor while Garak worries Ziyal might be out for blood in "For the Cause"!

Also this week: whispers of TOS, upsetting age gaps, and Chris & Caitlin did a thing!

Timestamps: "The Muse": 02:22; "For the Cause": 30:50

[lightcreators]

@tiimecrash continue from here

The Professor was baffled at Bilbo’s confession about being useless. The Time Lord thought the hobbit was far from it. “You are not useless, Bilbo.” the male retorted in an awkward way in trying to make him feel better over things. True, Bilbo was far from Middle Earth and the Professor had spent a good amount of time there with the hobbit – but to be honest with himself – they were both out of their element. The Professor had been parading around space-time as everything but a Time Lord and now that he was back to his true self ( well species wise ) it was awkward. He barely recalled how to use a sonic and how to properly fix a TARDIS. Usually the Doctor ( of the Master ) would’ve helped him but they were not here. Bilbo had dealing with the Doctor, so at-least he wasn’t completely dumbfounded over everything timey-wimey related. 

There was an awkward silence that followed that short sentence. Ah, the Professor had a hard time conversing it seemed. He never could figure out the right things to say to those he held dear. It was much easier when he was a female. His brows furrowed as he looked to the wires before pursing his lips in a contorted pout of contemplation. As Bilbo spoke about Frodo, the Professor grinned. “Y – you’re cousin is an ad – ad – adventurous brave hobbit. Like you. He – he must’ve gotten it from you.” he grinned awkwardly again. Flirting and courting escaped him at the moment. He was never too good at it. At-least in this variant. When he was a female, it came naturally for some odd reason. Perhaps all his time stuck on various planets and places in the universe observing how the female of carious humanoid species courted and flirty came in handy. Now that he was a male, he didn’t get the chance to properly observe it. Other than the few husbands he did have … and his time with Bilbo. All seemed to either mirror each-other or be completely different. His whole complicated relationship ( marriage ) with the Master was one of those things that altered how he saw things.

Finally, the TARDIS was in good enough working conditions he sighed happily. He did need a break. Desperately in fact. He also wanted to spend time with Bilbo, since their journey[s] wouldn’t last too long. True, they were allowed to go on many short adventures but the Professor made a mental note to not keep Bilbo from his own time. He didn’t want to dictate his lover’s history or destiny. As he looked over the hobbit with an adoring smile, he nodded. “I’m glad y – you’re impressed with m – me. I try to be inter – interesting enough. I – I’m not Doctor.” he joked. He was far from the Doctor in many ways. He was his own being. Observant, kind, aloof, and awkward. Regeneration made him more awkward and bit distant than he was before. That was the thing with change. Yet, he was still the Professor. He would always be Solasudordax. That would never change. He was still ( in a way ) the same being Bilbo met and had feelings for.

As the pair made their way to the door of the TARDIS, he looked over the apple tree with an amused snort. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. A thought that came to his mind, unsure of why. It just did. Looking to the grassy hillside, he arched a brow. “Well then, Bilbo Baggins. Let’s go explore.” Stutter gone for the moment, he took a few steps forward. Sniffing the air, everything was calm. Today was going to be a good day. He would have offered Bilbo a hand to hold, but thought it would be too awkward and refrained from doing such a human thing. “I – don’t think that they’ll be any trouble around here. If – if there is. I’ll be – be sure to keep you safe. Y – you have my word on it.” And it was the truth. 

It had been mostly an complain towards Featherine, that rudeness of consideration. Though, now once more among the stars, he had another opportunity, decades later, inside other circumstances to found the source about how an metaphorical outside Chaos could be brought inside his universe --- had an slight chance to understanding what going on inside higher spheres he barely had been invited him --- was invited to touching another fragment of an dream in which he desired making it last as long as he could … Featherine transformed his existence in manners his younger self couldn't have imagined. Of course, inside current timeline, consciousness with that bond with the stars had been something he had been craving, and of course, the presence of his lover inside his universe generated an particular comfortable familiarity along the years … Nevertheless, certain circumstances happened within reason. After all these decades, did he blamed himself about his inability to change Featherine's perspective to becoming fully a witch? After all these decades, did he regretted not having here when the Doctor returned to their universe, embracing his cousin inside an couple of eventful adventures? Would have preferred touched that Logic Error experienced by Featherine with his cousin? Would have preferred his universe didn't needed a witch for eventually survive?

For a short moment, his expression showed an amused smile, as it was almost self-mocking. Partially, if emotionally he wanted remembering towards the feeling, he had sensing himself useless. In middle of his quest, regardless how experienced on adventures he did had been inside an personal locked background, the face of tragedy remained an quiet haunting, enough distorted for bring amazement meanwhile the story was told. He pondered with many years inside that sensation something did happened to his universe, and stayed as powerless, inside his own corner of an peaceful life, to do something about it --- Did he managed to influence enough Featherine? Did he managed to push behind the Doctor's path to using circumstanes as higher chessboards, where everything that could happening somewhere could be something that could be carefully controlled? Did he managed to protecting Frodo of his own demons himself was disconcerted for help? Did he avoided his cousin fate to becoming Game Master as they was no other choice for their universe? He didn't really wanted his reply resonating like an complain, like an reproach … Featherine surprises had came later into his adventures day, once finished, once realization about how she indirectly playing with his chessboard had been understood --- where at the same time, regardless what could happened, Featherine Augustus Aurora wasn't meant to interfere … and with the consciousness and the knoweldge of an Logic Error event proved him right. ❝ I just feel powerless sometimes. ❞ He admitted quietly.

So many stories had to be told concerning his cousin. His presence as reacted like an solace, and once understanding had been made that second chance had came from him, that the way of witches will be inevitable and Featherine's legacy will be something that could give another turn of circumstances … he did his best for remaining present, even if it took a very long time for his cousin to expressing uncanny reasons of his worries. Regardless, Frodo would have that hardship alone. Regardless, Featherine probably didn't knew herself the kind of foreshadowing she had been projecting … Frustration was an emotion who emerged once the Doctor name was recollacted into his brain. As all memories shared together were wasted opportunities. As all remembrances together had been an sort of brutal lessons. As all wishes left into the well of circumstances weren't going to be answered for all of them. He missed the Doctor, the Time Lord that travelling around universes helping people without feeling the need to control everything … and remain irritated with Featherine. Admiring gaze remained over the fixing of the wire, as he had no knoweldge for that. Science had been an topic he had been educated by his cousin, not something or somewhere he had been invited to perceive himself --- for how lucky that making him ! Features illuminated once the Professor bounced back towards his cousin. ❝ He looks a lot like me. ❞ He mused playfully inside gentleness of memories, as he preferred left in the book reality about how tourmented his cousin had been. He had been worried for his universe, about how handling Featherine inside ignorance before their meeting, nevertheless, his mental tourments, emerging in middle of a day for fade away afterwards didn't lasted as long of his cousin … ❝ His desire for adventure will be very useful to him, he had a very good teacher with my stories. I hope he understands the meaning. I hope he got a pleasant solution from it. As for his bravery, I hope the world is ready for him. ❞ He amusingly added, as he didn't wanted bouncing back with terrible remembrances along the way. Besides, as he appreciated the compliment, blushing fullfilled of happiness wrapped his expression. ❝ I educated this little one well. ❞ He was the one amused, circumstances decided both could empathizing over their particular situation to loving someone higher than themselves --- where sadly, as much loving an Time Lord could be difficult business, he had no idea about what it could be mean to loving an literal witch born from Featherine herself … Even since the beginning of their reunited time together, consciousness about the Professor hesitation to court him had been perceived. Where on his side it was no barrier --- whatever the time, whatever how he had changed, whatever how many adventures between them … Naturally it came. Naturally he desired showing all cherising care he had for him. It was another opportunity!

As the repairs going on, he remained observant on them, gratefully his cousin did the work to keep drawing memories on an TARDIS in which both will never see maintenance! Smiling further in front of that adoring epxression, he frowned in front of his under evaluation. ❝ The Doctor is an special case on his own. You're always had been interesting by yourself. ❞ Bitterness escaped once more his lips at the Doctor's reminder. Inside current circumstances, the Doctor was an shadowing name handled by a witch, something he had been a long time ago, an title in which he pretty much pushed inside an lock. Besides, he feel hurt towards how the Professor found themselves not interesting. ❝ Small exploits are better than delusions of grandeur. The Doctor lost this notion over time, losing himself, and I feel slightly responsible for not being able to avoid this. You searched for yourself, but you always remained true to yourself. Don't underestimate yourself too much. ❞ It was his best way to bouncing back towards the matter, refusing to complaining explicity over Featherine. ❝ You're my personal doctor, it's all that count, and as humble Hobbit I am, I can be easily impressed. ❞ He mused then for illumitating the atmosphere once more. Adventures dated from so long ago. Around Featherine, it always had been pretty much calm and somewhere occassions for knoweldge, nevertheless, amount of time who passed created rediscovery. He would get used to have an TARDIS with an apple tree --- as it was possible for such machines to get many forms, and the presence of an blue box stayed anchored on the mind. ❝ Let's go explore! ❞ He repeated with enthousiasm, as bitterness over Featherine could fade away. Ending sentences of the Professor created an silenced moment. Threats. Something he didn't think about honestly, as much he could always expecting surprises ! ❝ I don't think your main hobby is attracting troubles, though, thank you very much in advance for keep me safe. I would prefer avoid a bad journey. ❞ He mused, as his expression showed he would handle such possibility, and passed an hand on his back for reassuring him. ❝ Let's making it an simple outing with friends having a good time ! ❞

[thestoriesincoffeestains]

@aquamanandfriends - who is this?

14.03

[gypsybelladonna]

tag drop for dax holtz

[amalgamatedmuses]

A softly amused look makes it's way onto Dax's face as he approaches the person who is trying to have a conversation with an ordinary fox.

"You know that's not me, right?" He smirks.

[walkingstackofbooks]

"I can't believe he used to annoy me," said Miles, watching as Julian chattered animatedly with Nerys and Keiko across the room. "Now it's just nice to see him like this again. It's quite the change, isn't it - but then, I guess you've got used to it by now?" He turned to Ezri, smiling. "Clearly, eight months with you have been good for him."

It took a few moment for Ezri to respond, and Miles had no idea what her expression meant. He'd never known her particularly well, and since returning to Earth they'd only exchanged a few words over subspace if she'd walked in on one of his conversations with Julian.

"I don't think I've ever seen him like this," she said eventually.

Well that was unbelievable. Julian was resonating with the sort of energy he always did when he was in love, so Ezri had to be doing something right.

"What do you mean?" he asked, brow furrowing.

"He's so bouncy. And talkative. Usually he's more - I don't know - restrained, I guess? It's suddenly like..." She paused, thinking. "Well, like he's back planning your Alamo battles with you, but more, and for everything - even in the staff meeting earlier! He's been smiling the whole day."

Miles' frown deepened. "That's just Julian being Julian," he said. "I know the war took a lot out of him - it took a lot out of all of us - but..." He trailed off. "I just assumed he'd managed to get back to normal. You've really never seen him like this?"

Ezri shook her head, then stopped herself, wincing a little. "I know Jadzia did?" she said cautiously. "But her relationship with Julian was so different, she always saw him as so much younger than her. And honestly, I try not to pry into her memories of him too much. It doesn't seem fair."

"How would you describe him, then?" Miles asked curiously. "What's usual for you?"

She smiled. "Kind, sweet, gentle. A little awkward, sometimes. Not as much as me, though," she added with a soft chuckle.

"He makes me laugh," she continued, "but I wouldn't call him 'funny'. He's usually quite a quiet, serious person - or not quiet, perhaps, just... reserved? If we're alone, we'll talk for hours, but at gatherings like this, he'll try, but ends up getting kind of distant. That's why it's felt so odd the past two days. He seems almost... manic?"

"Probably just the suprise of seeing us," Miles replied, a little unsettled. Humming in unconvinced agreement, Ezri's gaze returned to watch her partner, who was now allowing Molly to drag him over to inspect the tower she'd been building with Jake.

"It's like he's forgotten to be sad," she said suddenly. "Is that what it is? He seems lighter, in a way."

Miles chuckled nervously. "I can't believe our visit is having that much of an effect on him," he replied. "Has work been busier than normal lately? Maybe he just needed a break."

"No, it's definitely more than that," Ezri responded firmly. "I know Julian. He's--"

"Dad, come and look at my tower!" Molly interrupted, dashing over to their sofa. "Julian said it's the best one he's ever seen!"

"Well, if Julian said that, sounds like you don't need my opinion," Miles teased, causing his daughter to roll her eyes.

"But Julian's just a doctor, you're an engineer."

"I suppose I am," Miles replied. "Sorry, Ezri, do you mind if--"

"Not at all," she said easily, waving him off. "I've... got a lot to think about."

[inkshadow]

"about that? yes." dax groans, annoyed now at how she was twisting his words. "it's not the gay that i'm thinkin' about. you just don't need a bigger head than you've already got. are we buyin' this or nah?"

“you love to complain, don’t you?” alanis raises her eyebrows, “the other dude, y’know, because he'd be getting to fuck me. why not answer? scared? it’s not gay if it’s a three way, dax.”

[sunkissedscribbles]

☆ 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸𝑅𝑆 𝑅𝑂𝐶𝐾 – 𝐴𝑅𝐴𝐵𝐸𝐿𝐿𝐴 𝐼𝐼.

PAIRING: singer!guitarist!mattheo x arabella!journalist!reader TW: swearing maybe, mentions of alcohol, sex and drugs WORD COUNT: 1.2k A/N: I'm in love with singer!guitarist!mattheo who is still a hopeless romantic SONGS: Lovers Rock by TV Girl // PLAYLIST

☆ MASTERLIST PART1 PART2

✰ Are you sick of me? Would you like to be? I'm trying to tell you something Something that I already said

Mattheo’s been restless ever since you left him there like that, standing alone on the stage as you claimed to work for the Rolling Stone magazine, feeling as if he was in a dream, or on acid – euphoric; the unmistakable feeling wouldn’t have left him alone for even a second for two entire days. However, this euphoria had turned into nervousness over time, but the boys wouldn’t have for god’s sake left him alone. No, they kept teasing him endlessly with you.

“Dude, you need to call her up finally,” Theo started the conversation the other evening, standing by the window, smoking.

Mattheo just hummed at the declaration, reaching into the fridge for the leftover pizza.

“Yeah, man, we need the interview and you need the girl. I mean, it’s a win-win situation,” Dax continued.

Mattheo stayed quiet yet again. He knew this was the opportunity, but also, this was the girl. The girl who made him feel like a giddy teenager again who’d got a crush on the cool, edgy girl. He felt like he was in Freaky Friday, just the other way around. He knew he’d work his courage up eventually because it had been bugging him for weeks. You – you had been bugging him for weeks before he’d even get to meet you. Ever since you had crept into his dreams and he wrote ‘Arabella’, and an only-ever-expanding list of songs.

And he had your number, it was as if the Universe had been shouting at him abruptly to just make that bloody move for a relationship he clearly had been craving.

After a few more minutes of Mattheo’s awful silence, Enzo jumps up from the sofa. “Where’s the paper? I’ll call her if you won’t.”

Mattheo froze. You gave him your number, not Enzo. You wanted him to call, right? Not Enzo. And what if when you heard Enzo’s posh accent you just, boom, fell for him? What if you were into bassists? No, he had to man up and talk to you. And as his insecurities got the best of him, he stepped away from the counter and took his phone out of his pocket, flipping it to take the piece of paper with your pretty handwriting on it out of the phone case. “I’ll call her,” he emphasized the pronoun, maybe a bit too possessively.

☆☆☆☆

“So, how did the name Pureblood Trauma come?”

“We were high,” Theo started but Mattheo took the opportunity from his friend to explain the meaning behind it, shifting in his seat across you, his eyes raking over your features every now and then.

“We had this joke about our parents being obsessed with blue blood and how they weren’t any better than the Aryan or Nazis.”

They all thought back to how Enzo’s suggestion of the band name, who was clearly joking, but still utterly high, had earned giggles turning into hearty laughter from the three other young men.

After a few questions about the band itself, you switched to asking some about their songs which clearly had potential, even if we only looked at the lyrics.

“Your song, Arabella, or a recording of it, has become quite popular on the internet. The muse, Arabella seems quite the mysterious type, and almost over-this-world, and you’ve got some creative metaphors for her personality. How did you come up with her character?” you inquired.

Enzo and Dax managed to keep their cool with only a twitch of their lips and a shared glance, but Theo’s quiet snort came out muffled, muttering a ‘Wouldn’t you like to know?’ as he looked over at Mattheo whose cheeks had gone a few shades pinker at the question. Because, god, how could he tell you it was about you?

“Um, it’s about a girl I once saw in my dream, and she kept reappearing in my sleep after. The idea of her just had me in a chokehold for weeks. She seemed so real but could never really… grasp her character until somehow I came up with the line ‘And a helter-skelter round her little finger and I ride it endlessly’ after Theo pointed out how this girl seemed to have me wrapped around her little finger,” he explained, carefully leaving out the details about how your hair bounced in his dreams, how your lips wrapped around the cigarette you two shared, and it was you, generally, who had him in that desperate chokehold.

You can’t help but be intrigued by the idea of this girl only being a mere memory of a few dreams, because, hell, she felt like she was so much more than that; real, and you couldn’t help but identify with her vibe, the resonance her personality flooded, what felt intergalactic, almost.

You were also impressed by the way Mattheo expressed his attraction to this mysticism with all the metaphors he used. The one about the helter-skelter ‘round Arabella’s little finger meaning he was under her spell, got him wrapped around her little finger, and also meaning how confusing his love for this girl is. Or how he describes her as prettier than the sunset. You were convinced that was impossible.

☆☆☆☆

You knew doing this, asking him to go out for a few drinks wasn’t very professional of you.

But you couldn’t help it at the same time.

You wanted to know more, and more, and more about Arabella, but also, about the mastermind behind the lyrics. You were certain you could listen to Mattheo talk pretty much all day and night, as well as listen to him sing for the same amount of time.

Or just stare at him.

And you had. Oh, how much you had listened to him and stared at him at the pub, on the way to your apartment, and during the night; while he was rocking his hips against yours and during the aftermath, as in smoking by your open living room window, the candles, the subtle red light of your vintage record player and the end table light by your black leather couch creating an ambient light for the two of you to enjoy each other’s company.

He was growing more and more infatuated with you, and he knew he was walking a dangerous sole, a slippery slope that could lead to heartbreak if his obvious feelings for you had been unrequited.

But they weren’t, and you made that obvious by repeating this night over and over, and by always making coffee for the both of you the next morning, always finding an excuse for him to stay a bit longer, and never missing an opportunity to talk to him.

Sitting by the narrow counter island over your coffee, you glanced over at him while playing with the ring on your thumb that you took off of Mattheo’s index finger the previous night, the one with the emerald-eyed snake. “That night, at the concert. You called me Arabella. Why?” you asked, having no clue how to word it at first.

He took a bit of time before answering.

“Because you are. You are the girl from and of my dreams,” he took your hand in his and pressed his lips to your knuckles.

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[pupsmailbox]

MUSIC ID PACK

NAMES︰ abby. ace. adagio. adam. adria. adrian. adriane. aero. alex. alice. angus. ann. anthony. apollo. ari. aria. ariane. ariette. avril. axl. axton. bill. billie. billy. blaze. bohemia. bon. brad. brian. bruce. cade. cadence. cadentia. cantrelle. charlie. cher. chester. chordelle. chordette. chordiene. chrissie. christine. cleo. cliff. coda. cosmo. crescenette. crescenne. cresciene. cruz. dahlia. danny. dave. david. dax. daze. dolce. dolcette. dolciene. dolciette. don. doremi. duff. dusty. echo. eddie. electra. ember. ensemblette. enslette. enzo. eric. estelle. faye. flash. fleetwood. florance. floyd. flux. forte. frank. freddie. geddy. geezer. gene. george. ginger. glenn. glimmer. grace. gregg. halen. halo. harmonette. harmonie. harmony. harp. hayley. helena. iggy. isis. izzy. jack. jasper. jett. jimi. jimmy. joe. john. juno. kade. kai. kairo. keira. keith. kian. knox. krist. kurt. larkin. larry. layla. liam. lindsey. lio. luna. lux. lyric. lyrical. mac. malcolm. maynard. medley. meliene. melodie. melodiette. melody. micheal. mick. mitch. moxie. muse. musette. musine. nancy. neal. neil. neon. nick. nicko. nicky. noel. note. notesie. notesy. nova. octavia. onyx. orchestrae. orchestraette. orchestraine. ozzy. paul. pax. pear. pete. peter. phil. piper. pulse. quest. randy. rave. rhea. rhythm. rick. ringo. riven. robert. roger. ronnie. rosa. rose. sabbath. sable. serj. sierra. sky. skye. sona. sonata. sonette. songbird. songesse. songette. songstress. sonia. sonic. sonnet. spark. steve. steven. stevie. strobe. symphonia. symponiette. talia. taryn. tempo. thom. tim. tom. tony. treble. trix. vibe. viola. violette. violiene. vyn. xara. zack. zeppelin.

PRONOUNS︰ aero/aero. ba/bass. band/band. base/base. beat/beat. black/black. blink/blink. bpm/bpm. chili/chili. crash/crash. cream/cream. cue/cue. cure/cure. door/door. dor/doremi. drop/drop. dru/drum. drum/drum. eagle/eagle. echo/echo. electric/electric. electro/electronic. fla/flash. flu/flute. flute/flute. for/forte. forte/forte. glo/glow. guitar/guitar. gun/gun. har/harp. heart/heart. hot/hot. hx/hxm. hy/hym. iron/iron. jam/jam. journey/journey. jump/jump. ke/key. kiss/kiss. la/lala. las/laser. loud/loud. ly/lyric. machine/machine. maiden/maiden. mel/melody. metal/metal. mix/mixed. mu/muse. mu/music. muse/muse. music/music. ne/neon. nirvana/nirvana. no/note. noe/note. note/note. oasis/oasis. oct/octave. pearl/pearl. pepper/pepper. perform/perform. pi/piano. pia/piano. piano/piano. pink/pink. queen/queen. ra/rave. radio/radio. rage/rage. re/reverb. red/red. reverb/reverb. rhy/rhythm. riff/riff. rock/rock. rose/rose. rush/rush. scorpion/scorpion. scream/scream. shred/shred. shx/hxr. shy/hyr. sing/sing. soe/song. soe/sonnet. sol/sola. song/song. spike/spike. stone/stone. string/string. stud/stud. sync/sync. tem/tempo. tempo/tempo. thxy/thxm. thy/thym. tra/track. tre/treble. treble/treble. trumpet/trumpet. tu/tune. tuba/tuba. tune/tune. vi/vibe. vio/violin. vocal/vocal. wa/wave. yell/yell. 🎤. 🎧. 🎵. 🎶. 🎷. 🎸. 🎹. 🎻. 🎼. 💥. 📹. 🔊. 🔋. 🔌. 🗯️. 🤘. 🥁. 🧑🏻‍🎤.