I don't like the flavor, I don't like the taste
Searching for nirvana
Something that'll take it all away from me
/ˌräkänˈto͝oz/
Dune likes to tell stories. They're almost all true.
War Stories - A story for Brookie Cookie about a trip to Wales. Includes a cult stealing crates of nutcrackers, an arcanist sniper, and a broken ritual circle.
The Black Queen
“That’s the Black Queen?” she gasped. It had to be the most beautiful goddamn plane she’d ever seen in her life.
A cigarette flared in her peripherals, and her new co-pilot laughed roughly. Green eyes, flaxen hair. He was the kind of dangerous that made Dune’s blood run hot, but there were rules. He offered her a rare smile, approving. She didn't know why. What wasn't there to love?
It's holding me, won't let me speak
Please forgive me, I've got demons in my head
Tryna eat me, tryna feed me lies until I'm dead, 'til I'm dead
Please forgive me, I've got demons in my head
In my head