There is a point where watching power cosplay as destiny stops being funny and starts feeling dangerous. That is where this piece lives. No Kings No Masters is not a slogan pulled from a trend cycle. It is a refusal. We drew this by hand for people who are done pretending that authoritarian posturing is normal, harmless, or clever.

The artwork shows a crooked wooden guillotine with a blade marked by blood, a basket waiting below, and the words NO KINGS arched above it, NO MASTERS planted underneath. The colors hit loud and slightly wrong on purpose, like a protest sign made at three in the morning because sleeping felt irresponsible. The linework stays human and imperfect, because obedience loves polish and control loves symmetry. This does not.

On the hoodie, the message lives large on the back, where it belongs, impossible to ignore as you walk away from conversations that are not worth saving. A small Strange Gang print sits on the front left chest like a quiet signature. The crewneck sweatshirt puts the full image on the front, direct and unapologetic, for days when subtlety feels dishonest. Both come in charcoal heather or purple, because resistance does not need to dress itself in black every time.

This is for the people who clock fascism early and get told they are being dramatic. For the ones who understand that anti-authoritarian politics are not an aesthetic, they are survival instincts. It is anti-Trump without being clever about it. Anti-MAGA without winking. Anti-fascist without apologizing. It does not ask for agreement. It states a boundary.

Wear it to protests, late nights, mutual aid runs, or family gatherings where silence gets mistaken for consent. Let the guillotine stay a cartoon warning and not a prophecy. No kings. No masters. No one above you. Strange Gang means it.