Finished commission for Cosprei of the finale of her RP plot, One Girl In All The Worlds! In one final maneuver, The Striker enacts a plan with the help of The Silencer and Auburne to launch herself towards that which will set the universe right again. In doing so, she becomes more like someone...
Silencers are generally hired to quietly 'disappear' particularly nosy people that know a little too much, stopping from information spreading through the public. Their methods of doing so is up to each individual silencer, but they have two distinct options. Return the person to the museum so their Remnant could be put into use as a Sacrifice, or silence them upon capture.
Some Silencers are permitted to come and go from the Cult, depending on how they got into it in the first place; many are mercenaries who are outsourced from elsewhere for "minimal questions asked" type execution jobs, while others are bound to the Cult permanently, and will face grave consequences should they wish to turn their life around.
Silencers are sometimes utilized for retrieval missions, for items or interest or for remnant.
They work closely with Cult superiors and with the Moles.
🙃 Regular reminder that while Hozier has amazing love songs, he is ALSO very outspoken about his leftist politics, specifically anti-fascism, anti-racism, reproductive rights, Palestinian rights and more.
Take Me To Church and Foreigner’s God are scathing critiques of organized religion, specifically the Catholic Church and the colonization of Ireland.
Moment’s Silence is about oral sex but it’s ALSO about how that specific sexual act is often distorted to a show of power rather than that of love.
Nina Cried Power is an homage to various (mostly Black) civil rights activists from the US and Ireland and a call to follow their path.
Be criticizes anti-migrant policies and Trump and his ilk.
Jackboot Jump is about the global wave of fascism and about protest and resistance.
Swan Upon Leda is about reproductive rights and the violent colonial oppression of Ireland and Palestine.
Eat Your Young is about the ruinous way the 1%/capitalism and arms dealers prioritize short-term profit over everything else to the detriment of the youth/99%
Butchered Tongue is about Irish and other indigenous languages being suppressed and erased by imperial powers.
If any of the above surprised you, please, please delve deeper into Hozier’s music, you’re missing such an important part of his work.
hate how so much of adult friendship relies on updates, experiencing your life through pictures and tidbits. we had it good with childhood friends, could spend years and years basking in the same circumstance. now i just float through clouds of strangers, hungry for something solid and warm. yes i carry your heart within mine, yes i see the world through your eyes. but in that very moment i still feel alone, still know it's poor substitute for same room, twin smiles.
does anyone have like an anti aesthetic. like something you look at and can recognize as a complete fashion/interior design/artistic movement and understand it but it makes you shudder seeing it. i am not talking like “its morally bad” “its poorly structured” like just sheerly devoid of joy for you actually invites a repulse response.
Finally after Cosprei's finale of her One Girl In All The Worlds RP plot that she's built up to for the past four years, I'm able to post this commission I did for her over a year ago.
The reveal that The Striker and The Silencer were Cosprei and Lyuu, very much alive.
"...I sat in this very mansion for a long time. There I would be beautiful, to preen myself for clients... and got in all manner of trouble. Every bad thing you could think of... happened to me. And then one day I was kidnapped yet again by unknown forces.
This was something I was all too used to. Taken for reasons I knew not. Many of you came to rescue me, and I was too weak to even save myself. I fell down in a dark pit, with Lyuu.
Through the help of one of the Tempests, we escaped.
But I couldn't go back. Not to that lifestyle.
I needed to take control of my life, not sit in a gilded cage. I remembered the rod, and how we put the universe in it... And I was determined to get it back. To have some amount of power...
I have no control of aether, no magic... I'm as useless as they come. So I sought out the universe.
With the Professor and the Curator's help, I was able to find it and if... I found it, be able to hold it once again.
But... when I faced down the adventurers from last time... they were so determined to stop me. If my friends knew that... I was doing this, they would surely have done so. So I went under the guise of the Striker. With a suit that does little more than smoke and mist.
The mist isn't even exhaust. It's a camouflage for my aether. A means to hide my identity. I didn't want anyone to know what I was doing. And now that it's all over... I'm... quite tired of it.
Thank you, everyone. For putting faith in some little vigilante."