#bristle fly

[onenicebugperday]

Feather-legged bristle fly, Trichopoda lanipes, Tachinidae

Found throughout the eastern United States and down into Mexico, this species, like other bristle flies, is a protelean parasitoid with primarily true bug hosts. Adults feed on flower nectar, true bug honeydew, and pollen.

Photos 1-2 (female) by smeckert and 3-4 (male) by louiseinva

[michaelnordeman]

Pales pavida, a bristle fly in the family Tachinidae. Värmland, Sweden (September 3, 2016).

[spiffyspidr]

Pretty fly on a white guy (:

[drhoz]

#2643 - Protohystricia sp.

A genus of 4 Tachinid flies endemic to Aotearoa. That's the only information I have on them.

Lake Tekapo, Aoteaaroa New Zealand

[jenfoundabug]

Unknown fly species in the family Tachinidae (bristle flies). While the larvae of most tachinid species are parasitoids (i.e. they kill the host), many adult flies are pollinators!

Pennsylvania

[ljsbugblog]

Unknown Bristle fly (family Tachninidae).

[rattyexplores]

Photos 1-2 - Sepsidae: Parapalaeosepsis sp.

Photos 3-4 - Muscidae: Graphomya sp.

Photos 5-6 - Acalyptratae sp.

Photos 7-8 - Tachinidae sp. (multiple specimens)

Photos 9-10 - Muscidae: Limnophora sp. (multiple specimens)

Photos 11-12 - Tephritidae: Campiglossa sororcula

Photos 13-14 - Syrphidae sp.

Photos 15-16 - Tachinidae sp.

Photos 17-18 - Syrphidae: Eristalinus sp. (multiple specimens)

Photos 19-20 - Syrphidae sp.

Flies found in farming area, rainy day. Not sure why they all came out suddenly.

04/07/23 - Diptera spp. - sugarcane farmland

[demigirlvioletshine]

[unopenablebox]

thinking about goosecoid again

[pikaclan]

Moon 606

Season: Leaf-fall

Overarching Events

Not enough healthy medicine cats

Ceremonies

Archpaw has reached the age of six moons and has been made an apprentice, with Spikestar as their mentor

Deaths

Fishkit, Growlithe, Pebbletree, and Bristlewing are killed after a fire rages through camp

Bustopher Jones, Crocuskit, Flykit, and Bloomkit grieve but are not stricken

Frosttooth's voice cracks with grief and is stricken Bleakpaw feels numb with grief and is stricken Hillpaw and Flickerkite grieve but are not stricken

So much grief and death has taken its toll on pikaClan, Blissgoose and Fawnpaw are particularly shaken by it

Misc

Basilpaw was seen chasing a kittypet off the territory

Scrubpaw realized tom doesn't describe how they feel anymore

She is trans femme!

Other Clans

Canaryspeckle travels to FlightClan to resolve recent border disputes and it goes better than expected Flickerkite travels to SplinterClan to resolve recent herb-gathering disputes

Health

Basilpaw's infection abated and wound healed but scarred Fleas have been hoping to pelt to pelt and now Flickerkite, Buzzardshellm and Smokepaw are infested Shellkit's heat stroke abated

[onenicebugperday]

Bristle (aka tachinid) flies in the genus Eudejeania, Tachinidae

Like all bristle flies, individuals in this genus are parasitoids of arthorpods, primarily other insects. Host depends on species. Found in Central and South America.

Photo 1 by antshrike69, 2 by blackdogto, 3-4 by dawicho, 5 by luchogu, 6 by rogerritt, and 7 by gesnerio,

[corvidamned]

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[whatnext10]

Bristleflies are Great Pollinators that Can be Found All Over

Bristles and Stamens Among my favorites in the insect world are the pollinators. Even though bees have probably gotten the most attention as pollinators, there are hundreds of other types of insects, birds, and even some mammals that contribute significantly to the vital process of pollination. Many of them are quite pretty (i.e. butterflies, hummingbirds, etc), but some of them aren’t really.…

[drhoz]

#2669 - Fam. Tachinidae

A Bristle Fly on top of the Tasman Glacier moraine, possibly looking for Lycaena caterpillars to parasitise, given its interest in the Muehlenbeckia. Unfortunately I only have a rough idea which genus it is - there a number with similar markings in the country.

Tasman Glacier, Aoraki New Zealand

[sixosix]

wanderer can fly; you cannot. he makes it his problem.

“What? Giving up already?”

“Shut—” heaving, you barely have the energy to flip him off, “shut the fuck up. Fuck off.”

Wanderer chuckles, all low and mean, as if his entire purpose in life is to ridicule you. He continues ascending overhead, moving and looking like an angel, but the words that come out of his mouth are far from angelic. “Careful, now. I know you overestimate yourself, but I won’t save you if you continue to scale a mountain with one hand.”

“Stop agitating me on purpose then!” You nearly slip from the intensity of your yell, but thankfully, it isn’t your time yet.

“How can I? You’re cute when you’re mad.”

Grumbling, you focus back on the mountain. Cute when mad. He must think he’s goddamn adorable, then.

You’re starting to lose sight of dents or protruding surfaces to get a hold of, and the mountain is getting steeper. You curse under your breath. If only you had Geo or Dendro—that’d help a lot much more. Maybe even Anemo, but that would be admitting defeat to the man who’s currently watching you intently.

Wanderer scoffs when your breath hitches, the surface you’re holding onto crumbling. He descends until you’re eye level. “Idiot, I told you that it’d be safer if we didn’t climb this all the way.”

“I know my limit.” Maybe. You may or may not have gotten a little over-competitive and jumped a few times, but that shouldn’t be a problem.

“Not more than I do,” he says.

“Don’t say it like that, weirdo.” You appraise the mountain overhead and, with a sunken stomach, realize that he’s right. There’s still a long way to go, and it’s a long fall back.

“Damn,” you say. You turn to Wanderer and blink up at him with wide eyes, hoping he would take the hint without having to say it outright.

Wanderer sighs, holding out his arms. “Jump.”

“Are you serious?”

“I won’t let you fall—of course I’m fucking serious.”

You grit your teeth, wondering if it’s easier to humiliate yourself and jump into his arms or to let gravity do its work.

“Hey,” Wanderer says, gliding closer and hovering an arm behind your waist. “No stupid ideas. Just jump and hold onto me.”

It’s always unsettling when Wanderer is not acting all bratty, like you’re not quite sure if you should goad him back to being mean or watch him bristle when you point it out. It’s been happening too often recently. That must be saying something about him if his soft moments are scarier than his jabs.

Wordlessly, you reach out for his shoulder with one hand and hold back a yelp when the lack of balance causes you to slip. You hold on tight around his neck, eyes wide and heart jittery. Wanderer secures his arms, moving in one swift motion. Before you even know it, he has one arm on your back and the other under your knees.

“How convenient it must be to have a ride as your companion,” Wanderer mutters in amusement at your relieved face.

“Yeah. That’s why I keep you around,” you say as he glides upward, barely straining from your weight. He looks as unaffected as ever.

He looks as infuriatingly and devastatingly beautiful as ever.

“Ha,” his smile is all sharp, “and not because you have a little crush on me?”

“You follow me around because you do. Don’t get it twisted.”

He snorts, tipping on something a little more genuine. You wisely decide to stop ogling at his face and enjoy the view of the sky instead. The blue of his clothes and the shade of his eyes are much prettier, but you’d rather lose that than start squirming in his arms. Not when he’s carrying you bridal style and all.

Finally, he descends, hardly disturbing the grass with his grace. He sets you down, arms crossed, as you pat yourself off from dirt and stuff.

“Well?”

You eye him warily. “What do you want?”

“Some semblance of manners will do,” he says, then leans close as if he’s baring his face for you. He’s been less and less subtle recently, too.

Nonetheless, you find yourself smiling. The things he’d do just to get a kiss—it nearly makes you laugh out loud. But then he’d start getting all irritated like a cat, and you much prefer when he’s sweet like this. Sweet in his very Wanderer way, you mean.

You kiss him on the cheek. He puffs up like some proud peacock. He calls you adorable all the time, but he’s the one who’s acting like this. It’s no wonder you keep him around.

[twstinginthewind]

Too many commas for the tags and just doing my first three babies for now, and specifically how their sprite idle animations would go in-game...

Joker twirls the end of her ponytail around her finger, purses her lips, or drums her fingers on her desk in class. In PE, she tugs at the bottom of her shirt, holds her broom like a mic stand, or does a little step-touch, step-touch dance while looking at the sky. In battles, she'll do the hair twirl, clothing adjustment, or step-touch dance.

In class, Punch will nod off and then suddenly sit up, adjust his gloves, or tap his pen against his chin. In PE, he'll jog a couple steps in place, stretch his arms over his head, or yawn. In battles, it's stretch, glove (or cuff) adjustment, or patting his pockets like he lost something.

Both twins have matching chef's kiss poses in Alchemy and matching "get a load of this guy" faces when Crowley shows up.

Nana in history puts her chin onto her hand; suddenly has her ears go flat, tail big, and her eyes wide; or sneaks a piece of candy. In PE, she'll rock back and forth on her feet, swish her tail while her ears flicker, or suddenly give a little jump into a wide play stance. In battles, definitely the play stance (maybe w shoulder wiggle to approximate hunting jump butt wiggle), biggening of tail and flattening of earsies, and pulling candy out of her pockets.

In the tags, describe your OCs’ idling pose and actions!