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Grubbin and Charjabug are the early life stages of the seventh-gen beetle Vikavolt. While Vikavolt is a powerful electric cannon (which we’ll examine tomorrow), Grubbin has no electric power at all: not even an electric typing. How does this baby-bug grow into its electric powers? That’s what we’re here to examine today.

Grubbin is quite obviously a grub, the larvae stage of many beetles. Specifically, Vikavolt appears to be a stag beetle, with it’s large mandibles. Beetles, like butterflies, go through their lives in different stages: They hatch out of the egg as a larva, and then become pupa (the cocoon equivalent), before magnificently transforming, metamorphosing, or evolving into a full beetle.

Like caterpillars, beetle larva (grubs) eat a lot so they can grow quickly. Instead of leaves, stag grubs feed on rotting wood. Just like the pokédex says, their claw-like jaw mandibles let them scrape wood so they can eat it. They usually live underground, because the richest rotting wood is buried in the soil.

Charjabug, on the other hand, does not really resemble a grub or a beetle at all. Charjabug seems to be based on a caterpillar, the japanese Monema flavcesens, also known as the Denkimushi, which translates to “electric insect”.

These caterpillars are infamous for giving “electric shocks” when they are touched. In reality, there’s no electricity involved: they simply have a poisonous toxin, chemicals that happen to feel like an electric shock. They generate these chemicals from the food they eat, so it certainly seems a good fit for Charjabug…except considering Vikavolt, Charjabug must use actual electricity.

There is one bug that uses an electricity. It’s not a caterpillar, or a beetle. It is a wasp. The Oriental Hornet has mini solar panels embedded into its abdomen. Its yellow stripes collects energy from the sun and turns it into electricity, which the hornet stores like a battery.

Like Grubbin and Vikavolt, these bugs don’t develop this electric power until they reach their adult life stage. Speficially, the pigments in its exoskeleton are structured and layered to capture light, breaking sunlight apart into smaller rays which can be used to create electricity by knocking off electrons (see Heliolisk). These electric pigments has only ever been document in these hornets, but has been theorized in other bugs, from butterflies to beetles. This is probably the method Charjabug uses! Little cellular batteries, like an eel’s electrogenic cells (see Tyanmo) could be used to store the energy that Charjabug generates.

Grubbin is the larval stage of Vikavolt. It eats a lot so it can grow quickly. When pupating, Charjabug gains the ability to create electrical energy using a special pigment in its new exoskeleton.


Iwashita and Nisi, Japanese and American

On July 3rd, 1944, Kunio Iwashita watched from the ground on a runway on Iwo Jima as thirty-one A6M Zero fighter planes took off to intercept a wave of incoming American planes off the coast. After a half hour of fierce dogfighting concluded, only seventeen Zeros returned.

Iwashita recalls his thoughts: “I sat upon pins and needles watching my brothers being shot down, one after another. I told Katsutoshi Yagi, my unit commander, that I wanted take to the sky the next day, by any means necessary.”

The next day, before dawn on July 4th, 1944, while suffering from stomach pains the result of a severe case of anxiety, Iwashita reported for duty. His squadron leader, Lieutenant Fujita, took him aside to offer some advice about what would be his first time in combat: Iwashita again recalls what he was told, “Your first fight is the most dangerous! I’ll teach you how to brawl. Don’t stray far from me. Follow as tightly as you can.”

Fujita was a veteran of the Pearl Harbor attack and Battle of Midway, as well as a Naval Academy Flight School classmate of Iwashita’s deceased brother, Kutaka Iwashita, who was a pilot onboard the aircraft carrier Zuikaku, and had died earlier in the war, during the Battle of Santa Cruz, inspiring two movies about his exploits in the process. Kunio had big shoes to fill.

Once in the air, the Japanese aviators assumed formation and began their patrol. Within a short time, Iwashita saw four planes ahead of his sortie, that he initially assumed were Japanese. Increasing his speed, he approached them from behind, coming within a distance of 100 meters. Once upon them, their star markings came into sight: they were American Grumman F6F Hellcats. They had failed to notice his approach - the Japanese pilot was completely undetected, allowing Iwashita to close in on the last fighter in the formation. Iwashita continued to close in on the last plane in the formation, until coming within less than 30 feet of the Hellcat, where he opened fire. His A6M5’s 20mm cannon shells tore into the Hellcat. He recalls, “The wing of the F6F broke apart - I saw the goggles and white muffler of the young pilot and the surprise on his face as he looked back at me. The F6F was instantly engulfed in flames and he lost altitude until he crashed violently into the sea. I remember glancing, noting that Suribachi was close in proximity to us.”

Later that same night, July 4th, 1944, Iwashita couldn’t sleep. He recalled all too vividly the face of the young pilot he had shot down. While his comrades slept, he left the barracks and walked along the black sands of the beach near Mount Suribachi, and looked to the spot on the sea where the American fighter had tumbled into the waves. He pressed his hands together in prayer.

During the 50th Anniversary remembrances of WWII, Iwashita delivered a speech about his experiences. He revealed that it was his deepest hope to discover the identity of his first kill, which he remembers so vividly, and pay his respects to the family. The request was passed to the US Navy Historical Society, and after some time, Kunio got his answer.

Five American pilots were shot down over Iwo Jima on July 4th, 1944. One was rescued, the other four were marked ‘Missing In Action’. Although impossible to identify precisely which plane Iwashita shot down, one photo stood out: his name was Alberto C. Nisi, who piloted F6F Hellcat #43041.

On July 4th, 1944, Alberto Nisi was 26 years old, serving aboard USS Wasp with VF-14, the “Iron Angels”. Nisi was a second generation Italian-American, and his family lived in Worcester, Massachusetts. Before the war, he attended a two-year college and earned his degree in accounting, worked for the Electric Boat Company in Connecticut, and joined the US Navy Reserves. Prior to his July 4th mission, he was constantly writing his sister, who was pregnant and expecting in early July. Instead of receiving a celebratory message from her brother when the baby arrived, there was a telegraph from the Department of The Navy. Ensign Alberto Nisi was missing in action. His nephew was born 2 days later, 2 days after his death.

The American fleet withdrew the the morning after the dogfight, July 5th, surprisingly to the Japanese, who had anticipated an invasion of Iwo Jima, and had ordered all pilots to fight as infantrymen to the last man. This fate would befall the Japanese servicemen stationed on the island just short of a year later. After their anticipated demise had simply sailed in the other direction, all surviving Imperial Japanese Navy Air Service pilots were ordered back to Japan on a transport plane. During their defense of Iwo Jima, Iwashita’s squadron lost 31 pilots and claimed 20 enemy planes destroyed.

After being stationed on Iwo Jima, Iwashita flew missions over the Philippines (luckily escaping Clark Airfield on the last departing transport plane, while many of his squad mates fled into the jungle, where they died of starvation or disease), Okinawa (as an escort for kamikazes enroute to the American fleet), and Mainland Japan (intercepting B-29’s).

He later remarked, “I had fought ferocious battles over Iwo Jima and the Philippine islands, but I knew within that we couldn’t win. Now, although I understood that we would not be able to win, I did not think that Japan would be defeated. Defeat was unthinkable in our minds, because we had not received education on defeat. We were taught to believe we were indestructible. We knew no such reality, however. I had a feeling that the time had come at last when it would be over. I think that most members of the Yokosuka Kokuai (the unit he was stationed with at the end of the war) accepted the end of the war with a relieved calmness.”

By the end of the war, 31 of the 35 classmates of his fighter school’s graduating class were dead.

During his service time, Iwashita became an Ace, and shot down several other aircraft, but he never witnessed another American pilot up close again. The face of the man who’s life he claimed haunted him.

On June 20th, 2003, after many negotiations and much consideration, and through some reluctance, a meeting between his family and the Nisi family was organized. After receiving reassurance from his daughter, who had done the work to contact the Nisi family, Iwashita decided to go ahead with the meeting. Although he was made many offers, Kunio declined any media coverage of the meeting - it was to be a private affair.

After introductions, Iwashita explained his recollection of the battle, and answered the family’s queries. The former Zero pilot even entertained numerous questions from Albert Nisi’s curious 11-year-old great-nephew. The atmosphere of the two-hour meeting was gentle, the Nisi family warmly embracing the man who had once been their most bitter enemy. After the meeting had concluded, the Nisi family presented Kunio with a wartime photograph of Alberto in the cockpit of his F6F Hellcat (pictured above). Iwashita immediately recognized the face that looked back at him.

Terrance Nisi reflected on the meeting, “Mr. Iwashita’s visit moved us very deeply. It took a lot of courage for him to meet us. He was proud of his days as fighter pilot, but still, pride doesn’t mitigate the feeling that you experience when you take someone’s life.”

Iwashita is still alive today, at 96, and is the president of the Zero Pilots Association of Japan.

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Behind the Scenes of The Unicorn and the Wasp (Part Four)

Excerpts from Jason Arnopp’s article in DWM 396:

DWM: Flashback time: what’s your favorite Doctor Who memory?

David Tennant: Hmmm, gonna say… the trailers for Terror of the Zygons. Because I was just old enough, for the first time, to kind of know what that meant. I could only have been five or something, but I knew that the trailers meant this show that I was becoming very passionate about, was coming back on TV. I couldn’t tell you what was in the actual trailers, but I think there were a few point-of-view slots thought the eyes of the deer’s head on the wall.

DWM: Flashback time: what’s your favorite Doctor Who memory?

Sandy McDonald (David’s Dad): I suppose The Christmas Invasion.  As David has said many times in Doctor Who Magazine, he’s been a Doctor Who fan from the moment he was old enough to watch and take part: even before he went to primary school. As he grew up, of course he wanted to be an actor and he fulfilled that. But the Doctor Who thing was always there: he’s had all the books and the early tapes, and still has a massive collection of that. So when Christopher Eccleston chose to move on and David got the opportunity, it seemed like a dream come true. When the Christmas episode came on, we were all together as a family and there he was, as Doctor Who. That was a very special time, which David even filmed for his video-diary on Series Two.

Other parts of this photoset: [ one ] [ two ] [ three ]
[ Other behind-the-scenes photosets available here ]

The reason the Red Room is so successful at assassination is because people tend to underestimate girls. People also overestimate their own durability. But a small thing can make a big impact. And the tougher a person is, the more they tend to overlook their own vulnerabilities.
A number of martial arts are designed specifically with exhibition or sport in mind. They favor those with more strength or longer limbs. Krav Maga is not one of those. Hence, it is the perfect martial art to teach a young girl who’s training to be an assassin. Krav Maga teaches you to strike weak points. These are the same in any human being.
The throat, for instance, is unprotected by bone and muscle and supplies your opponent with air.
The nose has a bone in it, but it is relatively unprotected by muscle and easy to break.
Once you break an opponent’s nose, their eyes will tear up reflexively, making it harder for them to see clearly.
My favorite is the nape of the neck, where the brain connects to the spinal column. It’s relatively unprotected. If you hit hard enough, you can paralyze a person.
Or just knock them unconscious.
Bats are great mid-range weapons. If you can hit somebody’s head with the middle of the bat, you can do a lot of damage. However– if your opponent steps in, your bat becomes completely useless. And now that your opponent has your arms tied up, it’s only a matter of time.
The temple. Another weak spot. A blow to the temple can alter your opponent’s balance, causing them to faint or fall. It can also break their cheek bone.
The eyes are the most effective weak point. Most fighters depend almost entirely on vision to fight. You rake an opponent’s eyes, the fight could be over then and there.
The most important thing to remember about Krav Maga is that it’s about survival. It’s designed to help a woman take down a man twice her size. As long as your opponent is still standing and able to fight, you never stop attacking. Of course, there are exceptions when you can rapidly change size and leave your opponent disoriented.
And the most important thing to remember–
is that a larger opponent is only larger than you–
while they can still stand.
The knee is one of the weakest points on the human body and it holds up everything else. And once they’re down to your size– you make sure they don’t get back up.
—  Nadia’s neat assassination facts, The Unstoppable Wasp #4
Power Animal: The Bee

✯ Reputation of the bee…

Bees are hard working creatures that work in large groups with other Bees. They are explorers, searching far and wide for pollen to supply their hives, themselves, & us!  Bees are also tactical creatures, we can see this through the amazing geometric patterns of their hives & the fact that they know which plats & flowers will provide pollen. Bees are selfless, providing us with over a third of the worlds food products through this pollinating process, but generally don’t receive the credit they so completely deserve.

✯ Bee Symbolism…

The Bee symbolizes community, personal power, co-excistance, fertility, peace, & harmony.  The Ancient Druids recognized the Bee as symbolizing the Sun, the Goddess, celebration, & community. Honeyed Mead was often drunk at celebrations & festivals.  Amoung these things, an increase of a Bees presence in your life can symbolize productivivty, either too little or too much. Bees have a hard work ethic but also remind us to stop and take in the sweet nectar of life now & again, Bees encourage us to do both, & find the balance within the two. Being stung by a Bee can represent a wake-up call to something you have been avoiding or putting off for awhile.

✯ Honey Bee, Bumble Bee or Wasp?

This post is in reference to Honey Bees, although Bumble bees share the same symbolism. Honey Bees have a smaller narrow body & are lighter in colour. Bumble Bees have a fatter body with darker black stripes & a darker orangey-yellow colour, & bigger wings. Wasps & Hornets look quite different from both Honey Bees & Bumble Bees with a very narrow body, narrow down-set wings, & dark colours

✯ Is the Bee your power Animal?

Those with the Bee as their power animal are generally focussed, hard working folk, who enjoy working with others. They are busy bodies who enjoy travelling & actively seek out new destinations, & hobbies. Such people are also known as the ‘emotional adhesive’ for their group of friends and/or family, being a person you can rely on.

Hhh so this is my first post!!
This is Bee, my persona/OC, with Wasp creepin’ in the background. They are genderless, and don’t mind any pronouns, but I will use they/them pronouns to keep it neutral (when I talk about them separately from myself, since they have their own story).

So yeah?? This is my first ever post here even though I’ve had other accounts lmao be gentle

anonymous asked:


So there once was this wasp that lived in a jungle. This was not your ordinary wasp though-he was smart, philosophical even. One day he finally got fed up with his repetitive, insignificant life and decided that he would leave his hive, his family, his entire close-knit wasp community and he would go out into the world and make something of himself, just like the humans do. So the wasp enrolls in school, and passes with flying colours. Remember, this is a very smart wasp. He gets his high school diploma in a little under 3 years, with a 4.0 GPA and all that snazz. After high school, believe it or not, the wasp gets accepted to Harvard. Harvard! This too proves to be no challenge for our hero, as he graduates in just two years, again a 4.0, on the Dean’s list, and all that snazz. Not to mention all the clubs and sports he was in-the newspaper, rowing, student government-and the fact that he was by far the most popular student on campus. Even his professors looked up to him.

He goes on to get two PhDs, and when he finishes his education, the wasp faces a bit of a dilemma. How does he apply his knowledge now? Where does he go from here? He decides to try out politics. After all, he was popular throughout school, did well in Harvard government. So he runs for mayor, and wins in a landslide. He greatly reforms the city, fixing virtually all its major problems. He runs for governor and again wins in a landslide. Two years later, the presidential election was coming up, and the wasp decides he might as well go for it.

Of course, he wins in the largest landslide in US presidential history. His presidency goes exceedingly well-he is loved by all parties, and has the highest approval ratings in history. He also finds the cures for cancer, AIDS, and broken hearts while in the White House. After 8 years (yes, of course he was reelected) the time has come for him to leave his office. Even his successor his saddened by the wasp’s departure, but they all know it’s what must be done. Back at his vacation home in California his first day after leaving office, the wasp looks back on his long and fruitful life. He realizes that he hasn’t been back to his hive at all since that first day he left. He suddenly feels a twang of guilt as he realizes how much he misses his parents and his little brother. So he heads back to the hive, looking more worn out than he remembers. He goes inside and greets his family, who are overjoyed at the sight of him. He talks about how his life has gone as his family listens in wonderment. Eventually he decides he is thirsty, so he decides to visit the old watering hole he remembered. Once he gets there though, there’s an extremely long line. He decides it’s worth the wait, so gets in line. One hour. Two hours. This is the slowest moving line he’s ever seen! Eventually he calculates that it could be a few days before he gets to the front of the line, so decides it’s not worth it. He decides to go get some cider to drink instead, but waddya know, another huge line of people waiting for cider! He remembers one other drinking area that never had a long line-fruit punch! So he decides to go get punch. He arrives, and lo and behold, there’s no punch line.

Hey guys! C:
Sorry that i didn’t say/post anything after project to give you some information about how it went ealier but i didn’t have anything to post with and i was too tired to make something ;-;
Buuut everything went awesome! :D Really, i didn’t expect it to be that good >u< So i’m pretty happy about it c: And also pretty happy because now i can slowly return with my doodles 8) xD and never ever do something that stressful again :v xD
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Ok so I’m gunna mini rant real quick about this fucking discourse over dc being better than marvel bc of wonder woman. Now don’t get me wrong, like whatever u wanna like, but honestly, stop thinking that the wonder woman movie is gunna change the franchise?? Like, I keep seeing comments about how “marvel really has to step up it’s game” and “watch marvel now randomly start pushing for a black widow movie”. And it’s so dumb because people keep saying that marvel is making excuses for not having a black widow movie but tbh it is literally the same thing as saying ‘where is the hawkeye movie??’. There is no movie bc they r minor compared to the main characters in the avengers. (Not to say that they arent great characters, and also marvel will probably give in eventually). Like, wonder woman has a movie bc she is one of the main leaders in the justice league?? And they r making a justic league movie so obviously they need a movie about one of their main characters?? Also! Marvel has plans for a Ms. marvel and captain marvel movies so idk where this discourse came from about marvel mcu being sexist or some shit?? I’m just so confused??