( LIGHTS OUT FOR YOU! )

CASSIOPEIA. 30. PARTY ANIMAL. PEOPLE LOVER. STARVING ARTIST. STARVING STONER. "ad astra per aspera." The name's Cassiopeia, but you can call me Cass, because no one can spell my name. All I wanna do is go to the moon and buy some new shoes. Probably not in that order, but I'm not picky. We could start with Paris and then go onto the moon. I spend most of my days smoking weed and painting, and painting and smoking weed. I'm smoking weed right now. Want a hit? Napping is my only super power. SUPER NOVA. 69. CELESTIAL POWERZ. WARRIOR MOON PRINCESS. FUCKIN ENIGMA. You don't know shit about me, but I'm about to rock your mother fuckin universe. Yes, I'm still stoned. But more importantly I'm the the protector of this planet. You can't read any of this, it's slashed out, those are the rules.

[kweencass-blog]

This is my first time signing up for clean up duty after Chicago’s shenanigans, but I have literally no regrets? Who knew picking up rubble was so fun? Who knew I was so hot in a hard hat? You don’t have to take my word for it. Hit me up if you wanna help me and some other really cool folks clean up this mess. We can use a lot of help! The stronger you are, the better.

And if not, you can still bring me food and weed. Either way, you’re giving back to the community.

Sorry I’ve been too busy to check in, but if everyone doesn’t mind letting me know you’re still alive...that would be swell! As you can see, I’m still here. Breathing. Being cute. The usual.

[kweencass-blog]

olliejovian‌:

“Yeah, what the hell. C’mon. Let’s go say ‘hi’.” Oliver started walking towards the shuttle in sort of a skip. He always enjoyed new things. The perks of being young and from another planet. He was always amazed by what life had to offer him. “Dude, if they’re evil, we’ll be fine. If words won’t get to them we’ll just-” He thought for a second, walking backwards towards the UFO at the same time. “-I don’t know. I’ll just freeze them or something.” Oliver wasn’t the best at coming up with plans. That’s probably why he was never the brains of any operation.

Oliver began to take form as Jovian, the secret identity Cass told him to get. He was suddenly dressed out of his previous clothes and into his all black and crimson red outfit. The unidentified objects started to release smoke in typical cinematic cues. “Hello?!” Ollie screamed at it. Hopefully they could hear him. “Hi, I’m Jovian!”

Cass felt uneasy about meeting these new ET friends, but the stars weren’t screaming at her to stop, and her future self hadn’t appeared yet to get in the way, so...it obviously wasn’t that bad of an idea. They made their way over to the UFO quickly, Cass shifting into her cosmic form, her skin littered with stars, planets and meteors. She didn’t like the sound of his half-assed plan, but she also knew she could come up with something on the fly. Maybe this was why she and Ollie weren’t the best combination. He sucked at planning, and she just didn’t plan at all.

Cass didn’t speak for a moment. Instead, she waited for whoever was on the ship to make themselves known...and after only a few moments, someone tiny, blonde, and harmless appeared. Still, there was something off about them...their cosmic energy didn’t feel human...or even alien.

“Hi, I’m Molly,” the stranger announced in an unsettling monotone.

“Um...hi. I’m Super Nova, and this is Jovian. Not to be rude but like...what are you doing here?”

The little blonde girl just blinked, smiling an unsettling smile at the two of them. “I don’t know. What are any of us doing here?”

Cass shifted her gaze to Oliver, hoping he would have an intelligent reply...because this was not what she was expecting.

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sabcrhagcn‌:

Jamie cocked his head back, watching her with withdrawn interest at the way she seemed to manifest things out of midair. It wasn’t the craziest shit he’d seen that week. Not when he spent his days with satanic cultists and dead-eyed pyromaniacs with an affinity for shiny stuff. The addition of a red-haired horror movie monster tearing apart the tallest tower in the city made a stranger with an invisible bag of holding seem like a gentle, rolling hallucinogenic wave on top of everything else. Jamie made a disgusting noise in the back of his throat before hocking a dirt-blackened loogie to the side and fidgeted with the t-shirt. 

“Does it look like I have a home?” He batted his lashes beneath the shadow of his bangs before tossing his hair out of the way, his dilated pupils shrinking in the daylight into cat-like slits. Jamie pulled the shirt up over his head, marginally proud of himself for maintaining some semblance of cool until that point where he staggered again, sinking incrementally towards the sidewalk in favor of a (slightly more) graceful decline over collapsing like a house of cards.

Once seated, the shock came crashing into him like a tide: abruptly and all at once. He paled as he sucked down a breath. “There’s some maniac at the heart of the city destroying everything and I’m pretty sure it’s my fault.”

As the reality of what was happening right now sunk into Cass’s brain, which was sadly half human and even more sadly slowed down by a history of drug use, Cassiopeia’s vision began to swirl. The dirty boy’s face was replaced with stars and constellations and while they weren’t speaking, they were passing on a message. Many messages. She blinked the stars away, frustrated and overwhelmed by how many different directions she was being given. Save him. Save the city. Save yourself. 

She’d have to find a way to do all three. Obviously. She wasn’t really sure what to do with the only real pieces of information he gave her. The city was in ruins. It was his fault. But fault could mean a lot of things, and Cass wasn’t on this planet to punish. Her senses were splitting her in different directions, telling her to go towards the wreckage and telling her to...

She snapped her fingers in frustration, pausing time for everyone except for the two of them. There. Now she could think for...however long the pause would hold. Time Manipulation wasn’t her strong suit. “Okay. You’re going to come with me,” Cass commanded, placing her hand on his shoulder and easily teleporting the two of them into her headquarters. Which, really, wasn’t the smartest move but felt like the only move. Her headquarters were almost impossible to find, hidden by her father’s magic...until she invited them in, of course. It was a lot harder to kick someone out than to invite them in. But she’d worrying about that when the time came. 

They stood in the kitchen, which was the most inconspicuous room in the house. Not that it really mattered, given that she’d healed him and teleported him all within seconds of meeting. “Sit down. Gather yourself. And then tell me exactly what’s going on so I can fix it,” she demanded, her usual sugar sweet voice coated with a serious edge. “You can take a shower here. You can eat my food. But I need answers.”

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tictownsend‌:

[ 🤩] your muse is a big fan of my muse’s super persona, so when they run into them they’re kind of starstruck. - @kweencass​

Atticus, kind of drunk and running on a high after his set, decided that he deserved some God damn french fries. Or, at the very least, he needed some carbs to soak up the vodka before he tried to make it home, and he only had $3 to his name, so that limited his choices to… McDonalds. Okay.

Stumbling inside, he blinked as his eyes adjusted to the harsh lighting, and he wondered for a second if he was going to throw up, but–no, no. He was good. He could do this. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a few crumpled dollar bills in an attempt to see if he maybe had enough for nuggets, too (wouldn’t that be lit???) when he heard the telltale cling of a quarter hit the ground.

“Oh no. My nug fund,” Tic whispered, pathetic as all hell, as he tried to keep his focus on the runaway coin. He dodged a table as he watched the quarter roll to a stop, and he was just about to reach down to grab it when he saw… 

Oh holy shit.

Straightening up, Tic planted a hand on the top of his head, eyes wide. “Woah.”

Even super badasses got hungry sometimes. Cass was actually even hungrier than some of her colleagues, being that she burned calories almost as quickly as she burned through joints. With all the crazy shit that had gone down over the last week or so, Cass honestly didn’t feel comfortable in her human body when she was away from home.

Sometimes Princesses craved McDonalds, too, which is how the one and only Super Nova found herself walking into this particular McDonalds on this particular night. She was tired. The city was in shambles, and she’d spent all day dodging falling pieces of buildings. She deserved a treat. Seeing some seemingly drunk guy chasing a coin was kind of a treat on it’s own, too. Especially when she saw that look on his face. That look never got old. Honestly though, anyone who saw her in this form would be star struck, regardless of if they were a fan of Super Nova or not...her skin was literally made of stars.

She bent over to pick up the coin, eyes sparkling with amusement and...you know. Stars. “Did you drop this?” She laughed her boisterous, musical laugh as she passed the quarter to this stranger. After a hard day at work, she needed to mess with this kid for a second.

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lilypxlmer‌:

[ 📒 ] my muse has written a secret code in a book, your muse picks it up and tries to decipher it. → @kweencass

One of the most important lessons Lily had learned in life was to keep her head down. Her mother had once told her that meddling in other’s business never ended well, and having a lawyer for a father had only furthered that believe. So, Lily had learned to stay in her lane over the years, at least when it came to matters that solely involved the living, but that’s neither here nor there. What’s important is that, after literally selling her soul because she had interfered with something bigger than her, you think she would have learned her lesson.

But no, she didn’t. Lily had not learned her lesson, and her naturally curious mind got the better of her when she found a book just laying abandoned on a park bench during her morning stroll. It didn’t even look like there was anyone keeping an eye on it, but being the nerd that she was, Lily knew how upset she would be upon losing one of her own books. She picked it up and thumbed through the pages, looking for perhaps a nap or something. She only made it a few pages through before the actual contents caught her eye though, and she stopped to really take a look. She liked to think of herself as at least somewhat smart, so the fact that it seemed like complete gibberish to her caught her off guard. All thoughts of finding it’s proper owner went out the window and Lily helped herself to a seat on the bench, resting her chin on her hand while studying to figures in front of her like the puzzle they were.

Cass was fucking up a lot lately. In reality, a lot of what was going on didn’t really have much to do with her, but there was a sense of guilt for the way her city seemed to be falling to shambles. This, though? This was all on her. Her mind was in a million places at once these days, so misplacing something that looked as harmless as a book...well, it wasn’t that out of the question. The minute Cass realized she’d forgotten the book, she teleported back to the park with a frenzied look about her.

The book was actually like, kind of important. She used this book to write down the messages she channeled from Gods, from Lunars, and from the stars. This book getting in the wrong hands would not be a good thing, and losing the messages would also be a bad thing. Luckily, Cassiopeia had written every message in The Sacred Tongue, a language that was far older than Earth, far older than Luna. So the first worry wasn’t...as worrying. 

Then, she saw someone holding the book. It seemed harmless. She seemed harmless. Panic still shot through her. For a moment, she just watched from afar. Fuck. Then, Cass walked over to the bench and smiled down at the stranger. “Whatcha got there?” she questioned, trying to sound as casual as possible as she sat down on the bench.

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mimiritter‌:

Cool. Great. Tell your not-dad that I said thanks. It helps that he’s an entirely not infuriating jock, too, so he doesn’t ruin things when he opens his mouth–gotta love a well rounded hunk. I’d rather have you help anyway. Mostly for the shock and entertainment factor, but also because I don’t hate you, so I don’t mind having you in my news room.

I’ll totally not pass the message on for ya. Right! He’s the sweetest jock I’ve ever met. If I knew him in high school I would have climbed that like a tree. I’d still climb that like a tree, but he shot me down. I’m sure he shoots millions of women down every day though, so like, I don’t feel that bad. Awww, you LOVE me. I knew it!

[olliejovian-blog]

[ 🛸 ] our muses witness a UFO landing together. @kweencass

Oliver had been in his bedroom, coming up with lyrics to create some music. He had been on a music binge for a few days now. He wasn’t sure what gave him the sudden inspiration, but he loved it. It had been two hours since Oliver had last eaten. He was hungry. Taking a break, he made his way to the kitchen where he found Cass. “Hey, Cass!” He said happily. As he made his way to the kitchen he noticed a strange figure in the sky. Perhaps it was just an oddly shaped plane or some vigilante looking to do good. Ollie moved closer to the window. “Oh, no no.” He grabbed Cass’ hand. “Dude, come with me.” Without really consenting to teleport her anywhere, Ollie had taken them to the scene of the…debacle? “Look!” He pointed into the sky.

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Living with Ollie was a wild fucking ride, but after practically raising him for a decade nothing he did could really surprise her. She’d been pretty content smoking her joint and dancing in the kitchen when suddenly he grabbed her and brought her... “Huh?” She blinked stupidly, joint dropping into the wet gras beneath them as she looked...and saw... “What the hell?” Shock shot through her, eyebrows wrinkling in confusion. Space was her thing. The sky was her thing. Usually an airplane couldn’t even fly by without her knowing what was up.This was like, her one job...but she’d been fucking up a lot lately. Fucking Mercury Retrograde.

“What should we do? What’s the plan? Should we introduce ourselves? They could be like us...but they could also be...not like us.” Meaning, you know. Evil.

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nicosuaves‌:

“I gotta keep this house fed somehow.  It might as well be stress tacos,” Nico joked.  Truthfully the squad would be able to fend for themselves without his cooking, but it was his little way of giving back for everything they do.  He’s their human, their Mr. Fix It, but it made him feel useful being able to keep everybody well fed.  “Tomorrow night is squad taco night.  Spread the word,” he added with a nod.  

This was one of the many reasons Nico liked chilling with Cass, things were just easy.  They could watch anything from cartoons to nature docs and the vibes were alway as good as the company he kept.  “I’m about to change your life, Space Babe.  This is a Sylvester Stallone original series, with Terry Crews co-hosting the first season,” he explained already hitting the play button when Cass expressed interest.  “I wanna try this course so bad.  I could totally be a Beastmaster,” he expressed looking over at his friend.  

“You did the honor of packing us a bowl, it’s only fair you light her up.”

“You’re such a good squad father,” she was teasing him, but there was a lot of truth to her words. Nico might have been a younger than a lot of the squad, especially she and Elise, but he really fell into the caretaker role in a really big way. She was glad they had someone like Nico around to ground them into the humanness of their reality...she was pretty sure the squad would eat nothing but Pizza Hut and Taco Bell if it weren’t for him. 

Cass listened to Nico talk about this new TV show with a look of interest and amazement on her face. She wasn’t even high yet, but it already sounded like a wild ride. It definitely sounded like it had Nico vibes written all over it, so she had a feeling she’d love it. “I haven’t even seen it yet, but you would be the Beastmaster.”

"Always the gentleman,” she joked as she grabbed her favorite bong, unable to stop smiling until the piece hit her lips. She held her hit as she passed the bong to Nico, smiling again on exhale as her gaze moved to the screen. “I’m so ready to see Terry Crews host this ish.”

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heroforhirebolt‌:

If I was still a paid by the hour hero, then I would have been making my keep from the last 24 hours. Which I would have gladly given up if it meant I would have hot water for a nice shower when I got home, but I didn’t. Apparently Chicago’s waterpipes to the Boltpad were a causality along with more people than I want to think about from yesterday’s… everything.

My sweet lil lighting bolt, you do such a good job at taking care of this city. I’m so proud of you. You deserve ten showers and a nap, so I’m really sorry your pipes are all busted. And like, of course my shower is always open if you need it. Not even hitting on you this time like, please lemme know if you need to come over. Yesterday was...exhausting. And sad. I really am proud of you for all that you do.

[kweencass-blog]

insects

Insects: Name something your muse finds gross or annoying.

The thing Cass finds most annoying is when guys don’t eat pussy.

[kweencass-blog]

sabcrhagcn‌:

There was a fine line Jamie toed between socially acceptably dirty and plain ol’ trashy and he could admit, in that moment, that he was a little wrecked beyond recognition. The Fabray had imploded so quickly that even with his reflexes, Jamie couldn’t scramble fast enough out of the fray without getting beat up by flying debris and what felt like an endless cloud of dust. His knees were raw and bloody from shifting and unshifting at an uncomfortably quick pace to dodge falling bricks, abandoning his old set of clothes somewhere a few blocks back as he scampered towards a district that hadn’t yet been touched by the mayhem.

Innately he sensed that it all had something to do with him, which made his frantic escape all so much more dire.

The fear and panic that had thrummed through him bled out as exhaustion overtook him its stead. He deadpanned in the face of Cass’ laughter, erecting unsteadily on two feet. “Yeah, I could use a shower,” he replied coolly, swallowing a mouthful of metal and dirt. “Got a shirt?”

Cassiopeia’s face went from amused to concerned when she felt the waves of fear coming from his aura. He usually seemed like a pretty cocky guy, so something told her this was more serious than just getting a little messy. As she took in more of his appearance and saw and injuries, she quickly shifted into a more professional mode.

“Whoa, wait...lemme help you,” Panic crept into her own voice as she attempted to help hold him up. She was blessed with considerably more strength than someone two times her size might have had. This wasn’t usually something she advertised in this form, but she didn’t exactly have time to turn into Super Nova right now. “I, um...shirt...” she shook her head for a second before sighing and reaching her hand into what would look like mid air to the unknowing eye, but was actually a pocket dimension she created to store her shit. Some asshole guy she’d briefly conversed with probably wasn’t the best person to see her using her abilities, but that wasn’t something she could care about right now. He was in pain...maybe even in trouble. She withdrew the only t-shirt she had stored in there - an old shirt from Woodstock she’d inherited from her mother.

“Here,” she quickly thrust the shirt in his direction, attempting to subtly channel some of her healing energy to his wounds as she did so. “Do you um, have a place to go where you can get clean? I can take you?” She didn’t really want to take him back to the squad home, but...she’d do what needed to be done. A hospital was another logical answer, but she knew she could heal him better than some stupid hospital.

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The dark, mirrors, getting old

The Dark: Did your muse sleep with a nightlight as a child?

The dark has always intrigued Cass more than scared her, so there was really no need for a night light.

Mirrors: What is your muse’s least favorite thing about their appearance?

Cass actually really hates her height. She knows other people are shorter than her, but she hates how powerless being short is. It’s also a big ass hassle. Any time she’s not flying as Super Nova, she’s wearing heels. Other than that, Cass is pretty happy with her looks. She had some issues with her body in her teenage years, but as Cass grew to feel more happy with her soul, she started feeling more comfortable with her appearance. 

Getting Old: Would your muse rather live 50 years loved, or 200 years alone?

50 years loved. She’s already lived past that, coincidentally, being being alone is her biggest fear. Cassiopeia has the ability to live up to 1,000 years old in her body, and can live even beyond that in her cosmic form, but she would actually love a shorter life span. Also, she just loves love.

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Heights: Is your muse a risk-taker?

The short answer…yes. The long answer…it depends.

The human part of Cass has always had a death wish. But, the human part of Cass is also very…fragile. When Cass was younger and dumber, she was more of a risk taker. She would do anything for a rush, even if it put her human body in danger. As Cass aged, she became a little less risky. She stopped putting herself in danger. This wasn’t exactly due to wanting to keep herself safe, as much as not wanting to make the world implode in the supernova that will happen when/if she dies.

So, now, when she’s in her human form…she’s not a risk taker. 

But when she’s in her cosmic form, she’s not afraid of shit. It’s impossible for her to die, or be injured, as long as she’s in this form. So when she wants to get risky, she goes cosmic. 

And then like, emotionally? She’s not a risk taker at all. Ever. Putting herself out there makes her nervous as fuck. Rejection is her second biggest fear. So she definitely doesn’t do that. That’s even scarier than exploding into a supernova, honestly.

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Fear-Themed Headcanon Questions

Send one (or a few) to my muse and they’ll answer: 

Spiders: Does your muse squish bugs or put them outside? The Dark: Did your muse sleep with a nightlight as a child? Snakes: Would your muse ever keep an unusual/exotic pet? Blood: What’s the worst injury your muse has ever had? Clowns: Does your muse prefer comedy? Or horror? Mirrors: What is your muse’s least favorite thing about their appearance? Tight Space: Does your muse ever feel that they’re not living up to their own potential? Closet Monsters: Does your muse hide any aspects of their personality/life from others? Crowds: What does your muse think of big cities? Death: Name one thing your muse has lost that they wish they could get back. Ghosts: Has your muse ever seen something they couldn’t explain? Needles: Does your muse have a strong stomach? Curses: Does your muse believe in good/bad luck? How about karma? Heights: Is your muse a risk-taker? Solitude: Name 3 things your muse couldn’t live without. Fire: Would your muse rather be very cold, or very hot? Failure: Has your muse ever given up on an important dream? Abandonment: How would your muse win back someone who left them? The Unknown: Is your muse a philosophical person? Boogeyman: What position does your muse sleep in? Falling: What does your muse think about falling in love or commitment?  Change: What was a turning point in your muse’s life? Disease: What does your muse do on a sick day? Number 13: Does your muse believe any superstitions?  Noise: Name one sound your muse finds absolutely unbearable. Insects: Name something your muse finds gross or annoying.  Dolls: Has your muse ever collected something? Getting Old: Would your muse rather live 50 years loved, or 200 years alone? Social Phobia: Does your muse consider themselves an outgoing person?

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[ 🗿] my muse approaches your muse terrified and covered in dirt. ( @sabcrhagcn​ )

Cassiopeia was humming happily as she walked in the warm, midday sun. Sure, everything in the city was going to hell, but what else was new? Why not find a moment of happiness? She found herself hoping in vain that she could have like, a break...as much fun was fighting crime was, it also wasn’t. She just wanted to go shopping and buy some new shoes. Of course, her plans rarely ever worked out, so she shouldn’t have been so disturbed when a dirty figure approached her.

“Ew,” was her initial reaction, before she could censor herself. Cass felt bad at first, assuming the person in front of her was homeless or in need of help...then, underneath the dirt she recognized his features. “Oh, it’s you...” She couldn’t help but laugh outrageously, tossing her head backwards. “You look even dirtier than usual! And to think, you accused me of being a dirty hippy. What the fuck are you doing, man? You need a shower or something?”

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[ ❄️ ] our muses get stuck together in a freak weather manipulation induced blizzard. @athenarutherford

Cass hated the fucking snow. She missed California, or even Luna, where there wasn’t a snowflake in sight. Chicago snowed a lot. Too much for Cassiopeia’s taste. Because of the population of weather manipulating freaks (including the one and only Cassiopeia), it snowed here even more than it was supposed to. Sadly, Cass’s own weather manipulating powers weren’t able to shake this snow storm...whoever started it was pissed. Even more pissed than Cass was at the snow. 

She sighed loudly as she pushed her way into the first coffee shop she found. “I hate the snow!” She announced dramatically to no one in particular. She was definitely not dressed for the snow, either, in a tiny pair of shorts and the highest heels she had in her closet. So for now, she was stuck in this tiny, crowded coffee shop. At least, until she summoned the energy to teleport home. Anger tended to block her powers, so there was no way she could concentrate enough to get home. She’d probably end up on another planet with the sheer amount of annoyed energy that was coursing through her body.

She sat in one of the only available seats, next to a hot girl who looked vaguely familiar, and sighed again. “Isn’t this like, the worst?”

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[ 🤑] my muse and your muse are outside of a bank that is getting robbed. @phoebyvette

Cass didn’t really have the need for a bank. She just used her dad’s super secret credit card and called it a day...but today, the stars were telling her to go to the bank. A bank she didn’t even have an account at. Cass had given up on questioning the voices in her head years ago, though. She’d given up on caring if she was crazy. Instead, she was standing in front of the bank, smoking a joint that she hoped could pass for a hand-rolled cigarette. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but she was pretty positive she’d need to be high for it. Then, of course, she heard the screams and the sirens, and she sighed. She looked to her right and saw a ginger, who looked too innocent to be stuck here with her. Cass knew she had some business to attend to inside, but...she also had a weird maternal part of her that wanted to make sure this stranger was okay.

“Hey...don’t worry about what’s going on in there. You’re going to be alright. He’s just trying to get money, make that bank, you know how it is. He doesn’t care about us,” Cass promised enthusiastically, shooting her a stoned smile as she put out her joint and stored it in her shirt pocket. She knew the robber couldn’t get out without walking by, so she wasn’t too worried about timing. She’d stopped worse crimes than this before.

“Are you like, okay?” It was a stupid question, but Cass wasn’t all that smart.