#Aviary Market

[ebi-skycotl]

Aviary Market!!

With Skykids from these lovely people:

@naowominutella

@amity206

@spidermonkey1292

@skykid-nadir

@traciekitten

@khimersflamingdumpster

@danelloevee-sky

@clansocreations

@sheepydrawings

@garlandgerard

Plus one from my sibling and one from my bestie!!!

#sky children of the light #sky cotl #sky children fanart #sky fanart #Aviary Market #skykids #sky ocs #not all the ocs are mine

[naomiknight-17]

The hotel restaurant has a small apiary on-site and they use the honey in their desserts and I wonder, if I ask reeeeeal nicely, if I can buy a bit off of them for personal use

The farmer's market at Nathan Phillips Square doesn't start until the week after we leave for home so I can't get my local honey that way like I was hoping... wish me luck

#i got some nice unpasteurized honey from homesense a few weeks back but it was niagara region #which like. is fine. it's good #but i want the taste of my part of ontario too #there's an aviary that sold honey when i was here a few years back that was from a town just north of here and it was incredible #i wish i could find them again #mod post #honey #farmer's market #food opinions #i am such a foodie nerd lol #*apiary not aviary. fucking autocorrect i stg #why doesn't my phone know 'apiary' it is a fucking word

[fleshdyke]

hi everyone the aviary has until november 2024 to raise enough money to find a new location or else all the birds will be rehomed

for those of you who don’t know the aviary has been operating out of an old house for years. the house is officially falling apart and is no longer safe to house the birds. the city has completely given up on us. the deadline to find a new place is november 2024, and if we don’t raise enough money to find somewhere else, the aviary will be forced to dissolve and all of the birds will have to find new homes.

it’s not easy to find homes for 20 large parrots, many of which aren’t sociable and have health issues. there is a pair of bonded macaws that cannot be separated and can be aggressive, loud, and destructive - there are not many places for them to go. it is not going to be easy to find somewhere else to go (especially with the current real estate market in canada) but anything and everything helps. please consider donating if you can :)

https://www.hamiltonaviary.com/donate

#rambles #birds #birdblr #birblr #parrots #parrotblr #canada #hamilton ontario #ontario #aviary reveal btw #i know billy’s beak is really long in that pic but that’s an older pic and no longer looks like that :) there aren’t any volunteers that #he’s comfortable with taking him out and he has a heart condition so beak trims are difficult to do on him #100 #1k

[teslacoils-and-hubris]

There's this show i only watched one episode of called ugliest house in America, and the premise is that the host goes around America looking at submitted ugly houses and the Most Ugly house gets remodeled at the end of the season.

All this only matters because the one episode I caught made me just.... really sad. They show three houses per episode and I don't really remember the other two houses because they were bland and not that interesting, but the one house, the one that won that round and was closer to being remodeled was obviously an artists house.

Everything in this house had been customized around the previous owners life Pasion: birds. And I do mean everything. They had literally printed out dozens of various drawings of birds and plastered them onto the basement wall. They had made tile mosseics of cranes right on the front entrance. Drawn egrets with what I'm pretty sure were crayons on the walls. And it was really obvious how many hours and how much love went into making this house something beautiful to that artist. And here it was, being toured around on television, touted as the ugliest house in America.

Every time they saw another bird the show played up the hosts surprise and eventually disgust. How WEEIRD that this unnamed, presumably dead artist was soooo into birds that they carefully crafted their whole life around them. The attic was an aviary for (the current owners assumed) pigeons. How silly and foolish and stupid that artist was for ruining the market value of their home by making it a shrine to something they loved. Do I blame the current owners? No. Of course not. I certainly wouldn't want to live in a house plastered wall to wall with birds with an attic that still smells like bird. But it's just..... the way they talked about it was upsetting.

There was no compassion for the person who put so much time and effort into lovingly crafting a house they really were happy in. The genuinely well done and skilled crayon drawings on the wall talked about the exact same way as you'd talk about a stain on the carpet. Unsightly. Strange. Unmarketable.

I look at my own room, lovingly crafted to be my oasis after a hard day. Halloween decoration sticker bats permanently on the wall. The ufo mural I spent a good month on that would probably be more at home in a minigolf course than a bedroom. Years of artwork both handmade and purchased tacked up to the walls. How much of it would the host mock. Teal walls sanded down and painted the off-white eggshell of marketability. It's going to happen regardless, I can't take the mural with me and even if I live in this house until I die someone will be here after me and they probably won't want it. But there's a certain kind of.... humiliating exposure of watching someone's heart and soul get torn apart on television. The ugliest house in America.

#doc rambles

[despazito]

could u elaborate on "parrots make bad pets"? not disagreeing (far from it) just interested to see your take! looking to learn more about this

(i've gotten this ask before so please don't mind i'm just gonna paste a writeup i did a while ago)

There’s a blog run by an animal behaviourist who specializes in parrots that i really enjoy reading, she has a very good writeup on the state of companion parrots as an industry: The Inconvenient Truth About Cockatoos

so basically the average person usually cannot meet the needs of a parrot, especially medium and ESPECIALLY large species. they are long lived, extremely social and intelligent animals who are very demanding if you are their only companion. in my mind the most 'ethical' pet parrot setup is having some pairs of budgies in a dedicated bird room filled with foraging enrichment and doing some basic command training as a bird-human bonding activity instead of cuddles.

most pet parrots are hand reared or even hatched in incubators by breeders and are never given a chance to be raised by their parents, and virtually none stay with their parents until a natural weaning age before getting sold. which is wild considering it is fucking ILLEGAL to do that to puppies or kittens.

A parrot isn't really born wired for human companionship in the same way that a dog or cat is. they imprint on their parents which sets the blueprint of their kin, and they generally want to only form extremely close bonds with others of their kin. To get a very people-oriented parrot, it has to think it’s people.

This is different from the socializing practiced in raising cats and dogs or acclimating ferals to people. socializing means exposure to things so that the animal doesn't grow up to see the target as a threat, and ultimately that the target is something that can be very rewarding to spend time around. A dog raised with its mother and socialized to people still understands that it's a dog, it can get along with other dogs, but can also form strong bonds to people. They actually read both dog and human body language and legitimately have an awareness that we are different species.

The companion parrot is raised to think it’s people, and as a result many lose the ability to form bonds with their own kind. in fact the reason many breeders remove eggs or chicks from the nest is arguing that the parent birds don’t really know how to raise their chicks- because they themselves were hand reared and never learned how to parent from their parents! it seems that, like us, parenting isn't perfectly hardwired in parrots and they need to learn the skill from their families, oftentimes even staying to help their parents raise younger siblings!

That's why it's not at all uncommon for pair bonded breeding birds to be sold as a completely separate product from companion birds in many aviary operations. there's so many ads for people selling breeding parrots that fucking hate humans or are semi tame specifically listed for sale as breeders not as pets:

then their babies are bred for the pet market so they are taken either before or right after hatching to get hand reared and imprinted onto humans, because a parrot-bonded parrot just won't be as interested in forming those close human companionships you see in viral videos. this isn't the case for all aviaries, i want to acknowledge there are smaller scale breeders who have tamer breeding birds, but big producers can have borderline feral pairs and the point i'm trying to make is when you socialize a parrot to either the human world or parrot world, it's often at the expense of the other.

most trouble starts once the parrot begins reaching the age of sexual maturity. they stop being openly cuddly to most people, and will try to pair bond with their primary caretaker. It's not uncommon for this to lead to aggression towards other family members because parrots don't share partners, they can even do this to babies they are jealous of!

But a human can't become a suitable mate substitute for a parrot, and some of their mating behaviours such as regurgitating on you can seem straight up gross so the human then shuns the parrot and shuts down their advances. this can make your bird become very sexually frustrated that can lead to more unwanted behaviours and even health emergencies such as prolapse. we lead them on by stroking their chest and backs (only something bonded pairs do, you are essentially jerking off your parrot when you do this..) then reject them with no other outlet for their natural urges, and spaying/neutering isn't an option either! so they're stuck in a psychological purgatory of being unable to fulfill their instincts. and if they're in an understimulating environment and left alone for most of the day in addition to all that, frankly i think that's just an awful life to give to an animal we allegedly love!

we essentially alienate them, and when they don’t have people around to meet their extremely high social needs because you work a 9-5, even if there are other birds around, the lonely or frustrated human-bonded parrot can become depressed and self mutilate.

parrots that were left with their parents, are raised as parrots, and weaned at their own natural pace overwhelmingly do not exhibit these destructive behaviours.

 a productive relationship with a pet parrot is one that fosters independence, not dependence, on the human companion. the most responsible parrot owners should strive to act more as a zookeeper to their parrot instead of cuddling it and creating a ‘velcro’ bird glued to the hip, and socialize with them via training sessions instead of letting their birds indulge in pair bonding behaviours like petting and preening which leads to sexual frustration and aggression or self mutilation.

Ultimately I believe any parrot hand reared and imprinted onto humans is some degree of psychologically damaged and suffers from the parrot equivalent of a developmental trauma, they have been robbed of a normal parrot life and it cannot be undone.

SO many parrot rescues are completely flooded with unwanted pets, many with tough behavioural challenges (for example it's not uncommon for parrots to be reactive to an entire gender, so that cuts the adopter pool immediately in half). and these patterns can be difficult to break especially without the aid of a behaviourist. and the thing still has another 40 years of life left in it but nobody wants to adopt because it's another "crazy bitey bird that hates everyone", has reached sexual maturity so it's no longer as friendly, and it's much easier to start from scratch so folks choose to just buy another baby and keep the cycle going.

And none of that even touches on the rampant poaching that keeps supplying the trade in many parts of the world. and that's why everyone should have domestic chickens or pigeons.

#i added a bit oop #its a child that cannot move out and may live up to 70

[hellenhighwater]

I've had a couple people in the notes wondering about build costs and process for the aviary/catio section. It's made of treated lumber, which is not cheap in an already not-cheap lumber market; the addition cost me about $150 in wood. I could have built it a little cheaper, but I made some stylistic choices that cost me some extra board footage.

It's painted with black exterior paint (already had it from painting my house) and uses a coated wire 2x3" fencing, with a salvaged door. I spent a couple bucks on hinges and latches, and a few more on decking screws and washers (to help tack down the fencing). Smaller fencing is advisable if you have predators or aggressive strays in the area. I'm in an urban enough location that I'm not really worried about it.

If you're building a catio, the shape I chose is not the most efficient. It mirrors the shape of the aviary, which has an eight-foot internal peak, and is six feet wide. Standard board lengths come in 8 feet, so it's more efficient to design in increments of 2, 4, or 8, and choosing to do an angled roofline adds height that doesn't really do anything for Malice. She doesn't want to go up there and I'd hate to have to pull her down from that high when it's time to go indoors. It's also helpful to figure out what width of fencing you're going to be using, and design around that dimension--you'll save a loooot of snipping that way.

The salvaged door is something I would recommend though! It's nice to be able to enter easily, and old doors with broken glass are very easy to find; I just built the door frame about an inch bigger than the door dimensions, broke out all the broken glass, painted it, and attached fencing where the door used to be. I don't bother with the door latch, I just use a hook and eye set.

Theoretically you can build this whole thing using hand tools, but power tools make it much faster and easier. If you can find a drill, circular saw (or, ideally, a compound miter saw, aka my favorite), tin snips, and staple gun, you can build this in an afternoon. Painting it will take a little longer, and it's easier to paint it before the fencing is attached. It's also something that can be built with only one set of hands, because the whole thing is relatively lightweight, since it has no solid walls. And catios in general are a pretty good beginner project, because they don't need to be significantly weight-bearing.

[running-with-kn1ves]

The Happy Bunny Tavern, a small joint nestled in the middle of nowhere, trees seemingly sprouting from its log walls and golden lanterns. Bunnies of all kinds are employed to carry drinks, take orders, and be anything short of a table to house a customers tankard of ale.

Even then, it was common for the weakest of bunny barmaids to be yanked by their ears and placed under a bounty hunter's boots as a footstool. The pub hosted mostly a series of regulars or dangerous drifters, patrons finding suspicion in any newcomers who were too bright-eyed and bushy-tailed to fit in. 

Whether they be half-human hybrids or full pure-bloods under a black hood to keep their disguise, creatures of all kinds came to relish in the bars established cinnamon whiskey and cute bar staff who weren’t unfamiliar to being used and abused. Even the tavern’s owner, a vicious grim burgundy stoat who was no stranger to a few scars, was quite verbally profound when it came to ordering around her staff. She had amped up their marketability over the years, changing regular tan uniforms to hiked up shorts that showed off the staffs bunny tails, and bows clipped to each pointy ear, often which the right of a bunny waiter’s is cut in order to show their domestication to the tavern. 

You were new, looking for any job you’d be hired for, a poor preyed creature who was turned away for being too lithe,” not enough muscle on your bones”, as each potential employer put it. But maybe no job was better than this job, a slave to your boss and any lowlife who walked in the door wanting a bunny playtoy. Whether it was sitting on a silvertailed wolf’s lap to nurse their drunken kisses and laps at your cute neck, or strung up on the dart board for sly weasels to throw pins and needles at, you were the equivalent of a stressball for any assassin, bounty hunter, or prey seller looking for a harmless treat to sink their teeth and claws into. 

And you, a new sight for sore eyes, easily became a house favorite amongst those most sadistic. You were lucky when they only wanted company, or perhaps to see your cheeks puff out from tugging at the base of your ears, but the worst of the worst came when your least favorite customer, a thinly sharp coyote entered the tavern to request your presence to drink with him. You’d be down a cup of ale, room spinning and hazy-eyed whilst forced to put on a shameful strip show for him, his claws raking at your apron and thumbing your hiccupping mouth. The laughs and warm hands that smelled of dirt and dried blood became familiar, thin eyes of every canine, feline and aviary creature that wanted you for themselves digging into you.

At least the pay was nice, even if you had to pick yourself up in pieces after every shift.

#ripped the tavern name straight off of kung fu panda 4 and I have NO regrets #ik the reader bunny trope is overused but ill be honest I am IN LOVE with it and it always makes me giddy #kn1ves rants #knives rants #writing #x reader #reader inserts #yandere #self insert #reader insert #yandere imagines #fem reader #male yandere #yandere x reader #male reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #x gn reader #x you #monsters #monster fucker #monster lover #terato #monster romance #monster fucking #teratophillia #x reader imagine #bunny reader #rambles #x reader smut

[ari-draws4]

OK I DID SOMETHING ALITTLE DIFFERENT FROM MY INITIAL ASK BUT!

Ever since I heard @ebi-skycotl's OC, Feyra's backstory how he was a aviary market merchant and a resident dad to the little skykids I thought, 'how cute would it be if one of the skykids brought him a flower everyday.'

So yeah, with Ebi's permission, I drew it and that's what Ari's doing.

THANK YOU SO MUCH EBI!! I HAD AN AMAZING TIME DRAWING THIS ❤️❤️

#artists on tumblr #drawing #sky children of the light #digital art #digital illustration #sky #sky cotl #friends #oc art #skykid #Feyra

[thebiscuiteternal]

"Alternate version of the above: anyone wishing to marry into the inner family of the Nie must spend a night in the saber tomb, where their intentions for the marriage are judged by the saber spirits. How much their partner loves them doesn't factor into it, it all rests on whether their feelings are considered pure enough." cql verse, that asshole commander locks meng yao in the tombs as a prank, and the sabers judge him worthy even before he's aware of his feelings?

....ooooh.

---------

He doesn't know how long he's been trapped, but it's been long enough that he has mostly ruined his voice screaming for help and his fingers are bruised and bloody from clawing at the stone doors in a futile attempt to find a way to open them from the inside.

Shivering from the chill of the tomb and feeling lightheaded from the combined fear, exhaustion, and a hunger he hadn't noticed right until his stomach growls, he sinks down to huddle against the doors.

...

There is something else in here with him.

The realization makes his skin prickle, every hair standing on end.

There is something else in here with him, and he has absolutely nothing to defend himself with, that asshole having divested him of everything down to the weakest light talisman before throwing him in.

Now fighting back tears and shaking enough that he has to grit his teeth to keep them from chattering, he presses himself flat against the doors as the something gets close enough that he swears he can feel its breath ruffling his hair as it-

-sniffs him?

'He smells like the little cub,' a low, female voice says, sounding like it's reverberating within his own skull.

'But he didn't come here willingly,' another, male voice says. 'That's unusual.'

'Does he even know there's a claim?" asks a third voice, also male.

A claim?

A different female voice chuckles, the sound sending a chill up his spine. 'Oh, the poor thing has no idea.'

'But there is a claim. And he is here,' yet another male voice says. 'He will have to be judged, same as any others.'

Judged?

"I don't know what's going on," he says, his voice trembling in his mouth sounding wrong in his ears. "What am I being judged for?"

The ice-cold darkness swallows him up, cutting off his voice before he can scream.

---

He is in Nie Huaisang's room, the young master in question carefully kneading salve into his hands to help speed-heal the bruises and cracked open callouses he had from a very long day of trying to handle a sword with hands used to other kinds of labor.

He is in the market, and though he's already finished fetching what his sect leader actually sent him for, he doesn't mind lingering a little longer, watching Nie Huaisang inspect bolts of fabric with a critical eye. The other boy waves him over to ask his opinion, genuinely ask his opinion, then smiles brightly and grabs the one he chooses.

He is in the aviary, and the birds have grown so comfortable with him that they beg him for treats just as shamelessly as they do their owner, happily fluffing themselves as they settle on his shoulders and in his lap, and Nie Huaisang laughs at the picture they make before grabbing his drawing book.

He is in-

He is-

Flickering memories, all held together by a thread of strange, aching fondness, and a heavy weight in his head, as if his eyes aren't the only ones seeing this.

What is-?

---

"Meng Yao!"

"Yao-ge!"

It's hard to open his eyes. They feel all gummy and crusted closed.

He flinches when something touches his face, but it's nothing more than a cold, wet cloth.

"Easy does it, Yao-ge. Just keep your eyes closed until I've gotten all the blood off."

Blood? Had he worked himself up so much he'd qi deviated?

Large hands lift him up from where he'd been lying on the cold stone floor and rearrange him to sit. One closes around his wrist, and he feels the warm wisp of his meridians being checked.

"Damn. You're definitely going straight to the healers."

The cool rim of a water jar presses against his mouth and he drinks desperately until his mouth and throat are no longer too dry to form words. "How- how did you find me?" he rasps.

The question draws an uncomfortable silence.

Then Nie Mingjue sighs. "Well, since you're here already, you might as well know. Fuqin used the broken wards to contact us and warn us that Nie Zhen had dragged someone up here."

He finally manages to crack his eyes open to find that both of them are wearing -uncharacteristically for Nie Huaisang- matching grim expressions. "Your father's dead."

"He is," Nie Mingjue agrees.

"So is everyone else here," Nie Huaisang says. "That doesn't stop them from involving themselves in certain things."

He involuntarily shivers as he remembers the voices telling him that he was going to be judged for... something.

Had... had that actually happened? It hadn't just been hallucinations brought on by the dwindling air in the chamber?

He swallows hard, but before he can ask, Nie Huaisang gently takes hold of his hands. "Can you walk out to the horses?"

He looks down at his legs, willing himself to get up, but he might as well be trying to command jelly. "I don't think so."

"Alright, then," Nie Mingjue says, then unceremoniously picks him up to walk outside, Nie Huaisang falling in beside them, still holding one of his hands.

Meng Yao swears he hears an amused murmur of many voices as the stone doors close behind them.

#mdzs #nie mingjue #jin guangyao #nie huaisang #sangyao #fanfic

[valithiri]

Got to take pictures with Bubo the owl from the local aviary at the farmer's market a couple weekends ago and I'm still riding the high

#shes a horned owl!! #me #photos #selfie tag

[akhuna01]

I STARTED TO INCUBATE 5 QUAIL EGGS FROM THE FARMER'S MARKET TODAY!

If all goes well, i should welcome the chickies around April 1st. I have everything necessary (heat mat/lamp, terrarium for the bebbehs, aviary for later, incubation diary and a guide) here, a candeling lamp and quail baby food is inthe amazon basket. I'll wait and see if they'll go bad before i buy it, though.

Eggciting!

#quails #quail eggs

[ebi-skycotl]

I'm trying to draw my idea of an Aviary market, but I realized I do not have enough OCS to fill a market and tbh I'm too tired to design more for this lol.

Three of my own OCS are gonna be in here, plus one from my sibling and one from a new friend! I still need 10 more, so if you're okay with me drawing your OC please send me them!!

You'll be credited ofc, I'll have a list of credits for everyone who gives their OCS!

#sky children of the light #sky cotl #sky children fanart #sky fanart #skykids #Aviary market

[fleshdyke]

you should tell us more about tia. what's her lore?

tia is actually male (dont know who named him or why they chose the spanish word for aunt)! he's about 20-25 years old and was poached from the wild as a chick and his history is pretty unknown bc he's a black market bird. we're not sure how many homes he's had but either his first one or the one he spent the longest at (and likely multiple) were abusive and didn't know how to take care of a bird let alone a cockatoo. he can't really fly because he just never learned, and it'd be very hard to teach him now because he tends to barber his flight feathers a lot which doesn't usually mesh well with flying. he can fly very short distances and cushion a fall though. i can't remember when he came to the aviary but he's been here a while and much happier and healthier now! he doesn't like most men most likely bc he was abused by men but he does have a select few that he likes. he can be kind of a dick (it's agreed upon by pretty much everyone that he's the hardest bird to read and is very unpredictable - he doesn't show warning signs for bites very outwardly, and his tells are a little different from other birds' just because he doesn't really know how to be a bird) but he's just an absolute sweetheart to me. all he wants is to be close to the people he likes and will stay with me for hours (i usually have to coax him off me when it's time to put him back in his cage with an almond). he's so so so sweet, he'll preen my hands back and he's so gentle when he does. he might view my hands as my "face" or understand rudimentally that i use my hands in the same way he uses his mouth and treats my hands as my "head" - parrots that are friends with one another will preen each other on the head and neck to bond (body is generally reserved for mates) and he kinda treats my fingers as big feathers lmao. he was preening my face a little the other day too which tracks bc i was kissing him a lot that day lol. he's never once been aggressive or made any kind of negative motion towards me and he's pretty easy to read once you know him well. he's a citron crested cockatoo which are illegal in most markets because they're critically endangered (about 550 left in the wild when counted in 2016 i believe) which is always a little fun fact to tell visitors. he loves bruno mars

#asks #birds #infodump #tia boy

[beardedmrbean]

Blood sports including ‘goose pulling’ and attempting to decapitate roosters will in future only be allowed using animals that died a natural death.  ‘Goose pulling’ used to involve hanging a goose with a greased head from a beam and getting somebody on horseback to try and pull its head off.  Consuming live fish is now also being banned.  The sale of animals on a market or on the public highway is also banned. Sheep, goats and pigs can no longer be slaughtered at home either any more.

These are only some of the raft of new measures that Flemish animal welfare minister Ben Weyts (N-VA) has brought together in the new Animal Welfare Codex that replaces what the minister called the "outdated Animal Welfare Act", which originated almost 40 years old.

"For the first time, animals are officially being recognised as living beings with feelings, specific needs and intrinsic value. It follows that they must be properly protected. The Flemish Codex greatly expands that protection. We have literally completely rewritten the code" Minister Weyts notes

Every police zone will now get a designated animal welfare officer. In this way animal welfare will be monitored more closely. Chicken farms will have to give animals even more space. A complete switch from chicken in cages to free-range aviary systems will have to be made.

There will also be stricter rules for dolphinariums. This will affect the Boudewijn Sea Park in Bruges, the only dolphinarium in Flanders. It will be allowed to have a maximum of six dolphins. That's the number the park has at the minute. If one of these dies, the park will be allowed to replace it on condition it improves welfare and provides an outdoor pool from 1 January 2027 onwards.

#nunyas news

[lazaruspiss]

Historic Gotham: Part Three

Tricorner Armory: The Tricorner Armory was built and used by the Hamilton family for generations as a supply depot for their armaments business. The heir to the family fortune - Catherine Kane (née Hamilton) - inherited the business, which boomed under her guidance. Her husband, Jacob Kane, also used the armory for a time to store equipment while Kane Tower was being renovated. The armory was emptied out when Catherine Kane became police commissioner. Some of the gangs tried to hijack the transport trucks, but the Kanes had hired a very competent security team. Since then, the building has been used by many of Gotham's criminals to conduct illegal deals away from prying eyes.

One of the first deals I ever stopped was at the armory. According to GCPD records, it was about two million dollars' worth of weapons. Not bad for a day's work! - T. D.

GCPD Central: This is the central precinct of the Gotham City Police Department. It houses the detective division -- where Renee Montoya works -- central patrol and allows pre-trial holding for the Gotham City Courthouse. The Bat-Signal used to sit on the rooftop of the building but it was taken down when Catherine Kane became the new police commissioner. Many of the vents and windows I used to sneak in through have been blocked or shut closed, which makes accessing the building much more difficult. Unfortunately, since Jim Gordon's death, corruption seems to have risen in the ranks. One of the main reasons for this was the creation of the Major Crimes Unit, an armored task force dedicated to stopping vigilantes and criminals alike. Officers in this division often abuse their power and are known to take bribes. It's safe to say that cooperation between vigilantes and the GCPD is now officially at an end.

James Gordon Memorial: Originally, this was the Gotham City Police Memorial, where the Wall of Honor and the eternal flame were installed in the 1970s. The plaza was expanded two years ago to add a memorial for commissioner James Gordon, after his death in the line of duty, and the memorial was renamed accordingly. Engraved on the front of the statue is a quote from Jim, reading: "Gotham has called, and we have answered. And we will never abandon her." Even though it's been two years since he passed, the people haven't abandoned Jim either. They still bring flowers to the memorial regularly. Gotham City will be forever in your debt, my friend, and we'll do our best to keep her safe.

You may be gone, dad, but I know you're still watching over me and the city you loved so much. I miss you. - B. G.

Powers Club: Named after the Powers Brothers banking family, the Powers Club occupies the mansion and former residence of the late Gloria Powers. The Powers estate was built in 1864 and has seen many renovations, like the addition of an aviary. Following Gloria's death in 1973, the house was left abandoned for many years, until the stock market boom of the 1980s. The mansion was then transformed into a private-members club that strictly caters to Gotham's elite and is protected by a private security firm. I've attended a few soirees myself, but they always left me feeling nauseated. Perhaps the overabundant taxidermy just got to me. I haven't returned to the Powers Club for a few years now, but I suspect many backroom deals are still being made within the walls of the manor.

Martha Wayne Foundation: The Martha Wayne Foundation was created by my mother a few years before her death. She built that branch of the Wayne Foundation to focus on matters that were important to her: charity programs, education and research grants, the arts, historic preservation, and community development. The company moved to the high-rise office tower it's now located in at the beginning of the 2000s when it outgrew its previous office space. Through the Martha Wayne Foundation, we've been responsible for the restoration of numerous historical sites around Gotham, financed an arts gallery and sponsored at-risk youths to go to university, among many other things.

Managing the Wayne Foundation, and all its branches, has been a lot of work. I don't know how Bruce was always on top of everything, but I'll do my best to continue the work he and his mother started. - D. G.

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[weaselle]

here’s an excerpt from a new thing i’m writing.

X took a deep breath and walked into the super market.

Storefront boredom, hoarded horrors, wars of wares for normal boarders -- stop. Concentrate. X just needed to get... shit, what was it? Coffee. X was out of coffee. The caffeine kick, swift pick up quick, don’t stop in the pit stop licketty-split. And paper towels. Was X just standing in the entryway? How long had X been standing here? Don’t need a cart don’t need a hand basket just here for two things, move. And mouthwash, three things; also could get dinner to avoid cooking: that stovetop magic, love lost tragic, great to create food, rude not acted actually good to do but blast it after the eat creeps dish pile drastic -- c’mon, focus. What aisle was X in? Juice, yeah, got a day and half worth back home might as well, don’t want to be doing this again tomorrow. Damn it, alright, go back for a hand basket.

Coffee got for the coffee pot the allotted stock more than less but less than a lot - a two pound bag. Straight shot to the mouthwash but so much public jumbled like pinball bumpers, so turn down the mostly empty...

... candy aisle? Evil, ah evil, look at the chocolate, largely sourced from plantations utilizing child slaves, so much money pouring in from chocolate companies that while slavery worldwide had dropped dramatically in the last several decades, slave trade in the areas surrounding the chocolate plantations was actually increasing. And here, shelves of chocolate, the labor of children sold into slavery, offered for just the right price in packages requiring designers and machines more costly than the lives bought and sold to work the harvest; can’t sell this bloodied treat in simple brown paper, no, it has to compete with the hundred other chocolate brands, but of course, all those brands were owned by the same three companies. Look, here was one chocolate item wrapped in Wholesome™ packaging proclaiming the chocolate to be not only organic but also sourced from independent cocoa farmers focused on helping women build better lives. But that chocolate company was just a brand name owned and operated by one of the same giant three corporations that bought chocolate harvested by children stolen from mothers and sold into forced labor. All to fill a carefully calculated percentage of shelf space in this pleasant nightmare. These weren’t goods they were selling, if anything they were bads. Hoarded horrors in this war of wares.

People, people, in the way, or was X in their way... a crowd of one not at one with the crowd, mumbled excuse-mes not allowed to be loud, while the silent voice’s noises shouted out! get out! But X still needed dinner and mouthwash.

Past the eggs which X could rarely eat anymore, used to like the ovarary production of the aviary, until the introduction of some drugs or somethin’ made it very hard to savor properly, a flavor like a cemetery, some property industrial, that’s possibly some commentary on the bigger problem: that our produce, all our meat and dairy’s basically controlled by cash, so have to stay completely wary.

Shit, X had done a whole loop around the store, head full of eggs.

X turned the corner into the next aisle, where meat ranched overcrowded on deforested land was dyed the cartoon color children were raised to expect. Bright red steaks, orangish pink chicken. How was X supposed to buy and eat these things, knowing that not only were the healthy qualities of the foods compromised, not only was the world itself harmed by their industrialized production, but also studies indicated enjoyment of the food, trust in the food, these things effected the very ability of the body to absorb nutrients from the food. When presented with the same ingredients in a form unfamiliar or untrusted versus in a form trusted and enjoyed, the nutritional uptake by the person eating that food was noticeably different. And knowing what X knew, there had not been a meal in years that had been trusted, that had not been tainted by guilt and uncertainty, the subtle aftertaste of evil.

X left the super market shattered and exhausted, halfway home before realizing the mouthwash had never made it into the hand basket.

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