#Phlox Wisp

[sonic-elements]

Presenting another of Team Wisps newest members. A sophisticated fellow once owning a beauty salon, now using his fragrance making skills for team wisp, embodying the Phlox Wisp heres Topper The Mushroom  (Character belongs to me don't steal or trace)

[spontaneousmusicalnumber]

Yesterday I volunteered at a pollinator event and I got a free plant! It was a pale purple coneflower, a native species I had been having a hard time getting my hands on! And it was a lovely sized plant, not a seed or even a seedling!

I'd been neglecting my garden lately but that day the weather was supposed to be nice for a bit until some rain. So I grabbed my gloves and went out, intending to just clear a bit of crabgrass out of my native perennial bed to make a spot for the new plant.

I came back to consciousness two hours later.

I stopped when I felt the first raindrop. I had worn open blisters into two fingers, other fingertips had blisters so bad I could barely type, and my forearms were scratched to shit from crabgrass and fescue. I'd cleared out about three quarters of the weeds in the bed and also expanded it by six inches all around by pulling more grass and moving the edging stones.

holy shit

ow

my garden actually grew in nicely under all the shit i let fester

[whovianwatchingstartrek]

A Whovian Watches Star Trek for the First Time: Part 043 - Will o wisps!

Star Trek: Enterprise - Season 2 Episode 18 - The Crossing

Once again Enterprise has stumbled across an unknown ship. This one is absolutely huge though. So big that it just sort of swallows up the whole of The Enterprise.

They do a really good job at making this thing just feel really huge, with the Camera angles and the exterior shots. There are just tonnes of distant shots with our crew looking Tiny in this really vast space.

The ship also seems populated with strange wisps that aren't picked up by any scans, one of which managed to give Trip an out of body experience. This is something really strange, and at least as far as Star Trek has shown me so far, unique.

The wisps start stealing the crews bodies, starting with Trip. Trip's actor did a good job at playing the wisp in Trip's body, experiencing being physical for the first time, and Malcolm's actor does creepy really really well. This episode is just full of stand out performances.

It was really nice to also give Phlox a chance to save the day, even if it was out of his normal skill set.

The wisps were a fun villain of the episode, and the CGI for them holds up really well too.

This episode was like a fairy tale in space. The trickster fairy you shouldn't reveal your name to kind of fairy tale. I loved it. Body-snatchers are nothing new for the Sci-Fi genre, but this was a really good example of this kind of plot. Good episode

[blue-mint-winter]

Star Trek Enterprise s2e18 The Crossing

Enterprise is immobilized and swallowed up by gargantuan alien ship with no one aboard, but the atmosphere changes into a breathable for humans. This reminds me of the sinister repair station.

Through the episode we learn about the aliens who are incorporeal wisps of light and can take over human bodies and sent their real owners to subspace where they have sweet dreams.

T'Pol argues they might be just curious explorers, but Archer isn't convinced. This time his judgment was spot on. I simply wondered - if they are incorporeal and live in subspace, why do they need a big spaceship? That is already suspicious.

Basically the aliens are creeps - they don't ask for consent, they just force themselves on their victims. It's illustrated very pointedly by possessed Reed committing sexual harrassment on a female crewman and T'Pol.

Thankfully, Phlox is immune to the possession and T'Pol can fight it off thanks to her Vulcan abilities. She learns that the aliens will die in space and their ship is broken, so they plan to take over the whole crew.

I wonder if the aliens could take over animal bodies like Porthos or Phlox's menagerie. Maybe they aren't compatible.

Travis contributes by finding out that the aliens can't enter the catwalk. He also gets beaten by possessed Trip and can't stop him from interfering.

Archer and T'Pol decide to gas the possessed crew until the aliens leave their bodies under threat of dying. Then they commit a possible genocide by blowing up the alien ship. The morality of this ending is questionable. Did the aliens deserve it? They didn't aim to kill the crew. Trip insisted that he was having a good time in the other plane. Archer didn't even try to negotiate with these aliens.

Interesting and spooky idea in this episode. I just feel the moral implications should have been considered in the ending.

[darklightenvt]

I got my Voidlichen Eldritch design figured out finally. dropping below for folks to read♪

†••×••†

a Voidlichen resembles the Void Herself, just nowhere near as tall as She.

their body, once unleashed (think of Alucard's Control Art Restriction System from Hellsing), becomes thrice as tall as the original body,

three pairs of arms total, and their tentacles unfurled and forming a Void-colored star behind the Unleashed Voidlichen.

their head becomes incorporeal, six wisps of phlox or lavender light where their eyes used to be. their mouth vanishes, and the Voidlichen's voice seems to come from everywhere and nowhere when used.

the hair becomes a crossing of phlox galaxy-patterned halos in front of the face.

at the end of each arm, their hands have become adorned with claws and phlox accents.

the outfit that the Voidlichen was wearing before Unleashing morphs and changes to fit the Voidlichen's appearance, turning pitch black to contrast the phlox glow of the body.

[trekfm]

245: A Slice of White Bread

“The Crossing” 20th-anniversary reflections

When the Enterprise is swallowed by a giant whale-like ship, Archer and the crew find themselves in the belly of a beast—a beast filled with wispy critters who want to experience life in real bodies … and eat bread. Soon, an opportunity for seeking out new life turns into an invasion of the body snatchers and only the successful completion of a very complex panel removal sequence can save the crew.

In this episode of Warp Five, hosts C Bryan Jones and Matthew Rushing continue our 20th-anniversary retrospective that takes you through all of Star Trek: Enterprise, one episode at a time. In this installment, we continue Season 2 with “The Crossing” as we discuss the story’s promising start, the Wisps, Archer’s actions, and missed opportunities to really explore the heart of Star Trek.

Chapters Intro (00:00:00) A Promising Start (00:02:39) What Do Wisps Need with a Starship? (00:09:35) Archer's Reaction (00:13:31) Dude, That's Not Trip! (00:18:22) Battle Bridge Genesis (00:21:58) A Convenient Alloy (00:24:56) Phlox Needs Leverage! (00:28:17)   Final Thoughts and Ratings (00:35:40) Closing (00:41:52)

Hosts C Bryan Jones and Matthew Rushing

Production C Bryan Jones (Editor and Producer) Matthew Rushing (Executive Producer) Norman C. Lao (Associate Producer)

New podcast episode:

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[palmofafreezinghand]

a hesitant waltz.

carlisle teaches esme to dance. on ao3 here. 

May 1921: 

The automobile rumbled down the gravel driveway as fast as the engine would take it, still not fast enough for the vampire who sat behind the wheel. Carlisle glanced towards the house as he rounded the bend of the drive. A line of linens hung up to dry greeted him. A face peeked out of the sheets as the car approached. The cloud cover was dense enough her skin looked almost human, her smile though gave her away in an instant. A grin more than a smile, the dimple on her left cheek shined, her nose scrunched ever so slightly. No, that smile was supernatural… divine even. 

She disappeared back into the sea of linen as he parked the vehicle. “Good morning, Miss Platt!” He called as he grabbed his things from the passenger seat. He bounded up the front porch steps two at a time, hiding the surprise he carried from her peering eyes. 

“Good morning, Dr. Cullen.” He heard the smack of a delicate hand against cotton. 

“I have asked you a million times, Carlisle,” he sighed, shedding his tie and jacket with a quick swish. He hung his briefcase on the wall hook and quickly made his way back into the front yard.  The front door snapped open and closed, as he stowed her gift behind his back. 

She had disappeared onto the other side of the clothesline. “You’ve asked Carlisle what?” She asked and he could hear the smile in her voice. 

“I’m glad you enjoy torturing me so,” he huffed as he crossed the front yard at a human pace. 

“You make it extremely easy… Carlisle.” He moved the sheet aside right as she said his name. What a sight to behold. He mentally thanked the Lord that breath was unnecessary since she insisted on stealing it so frequently. 

“Hi, Esme,” he beamed, attempting to keep his smile casual but failing desperately. 

“Hello.” Her smile was almost wider than his as she looked up at him. A few stray wisps of curls falling out of her updo, the caramel curl complimenting the dark honey of her eyes. They were getting golder every day, yet another thing he thanked the Lord for. 

He blinked away the words he felt compelled to say every time she smiled at him like that. He then realized he had been staring at said smile silently for a solid minute and a half. Her eyes bounced from his face to the hand he held behind his back. He looked down at his arm and remembered the gift he’d spent so long picking out. 

He thrust out the bouquet clumsily. She looked down at the arrangement and back up at him, a slight furrow of his brows. He extended his arm further and she looked down and up again, a tilt of her head this time. It donned on him at this precise moment he was just silently throwing flowers at her with no explanation. 

“I apologize,” he stammered. “These are for you,” he laughed lightly at his own foolishness.

“I don’t understand,” her brow furrowed again. 

“I saw them… I thought of you… I thought perhaps you would like them. You like flowers, I thought you might like some of your own. Was that awfully presumptuous of me?” 

“You didn’t have to do that,” she smiled politely.

“I wanted to,” he assured her. She met his eyes for a mere second and something in the gloss of her eye made him fear no one had ever wanted to before. “Consider it a thank you.” 

“A thank you,” she guffawed. “Goodness whatever for?” 

It occurred to Carlisle at that very moment he couldn’t quite say ‘being you’ as he originally planned while he spent twenty-one minutes at the florist’s stand. The arrangement was his way of silently declaring his adoration. Heliotropes, devotion. White tulips, a declaration of love. Violets, faithfulness. Phlox, our souls are united. Words he could never dare utter aloud.  

“For being here.” Well, that didn’t sound too shabby. 

“I should be the one thanking you.”

“Thank me by accepting the flowers?” He grinned. 

“You drive a hard bargain,” she laughed, taking the bouquet from his hands. She brought the flowers up to her nose and he thought his heart restarted as she smiled to herself. “Thank you, Carlisle.” Dear Lord, he’d harvest every meadow if it meant she said his name with that much admiration once more. 

“Any… Anytime,” he stuttered. He shouldn’t be able to stutter with a supernatural brain but here he was. “I didn’t know your favorite so I picked some of mine,” he shrugged, offering his arm to lead them back to the house. 

“Goldenrod,” she said, slipping her free arm in his. 

“Goldenrod? The weed? Those are your favorites?” 

“They’re not weeds, they’re flowers. They’re native to Ohio and they’re pretty. I love these though. Did you know certain flowers used to have symbolism, people would send flowers when they couldn’t say what they wished to? Heliotropes were used to mean devotion and eternal love.” 

Carlisle froze mid-step, she wasn’t supposed to know. How did she know? Did she know he knew? If she knew that he knew she knew, was she hoping he wouldn’t respond? Would she be scandalized if he did? 

“I know you didn’t mean that, silly,” she lightly elbowed him, pulling him to keep walking. “You look like I just shot your dog,” she laughed to herself. He took a deep inhale when she looked away. That was far too close. 

“Edward’s new record came,” she said as he held the door open for her. 

“Did it?” He practically skipped over to the gramophone. “May we?” He motioned to the record already in place. 

“Mais oui.” She nodded, disappearing into the kitchen to fetch a vase. 

“That was good!” He laughed, placing the needle. 

“I can’t take the praise. Edward taught me that one.” 

The small room was filled with the romantic tune of a composer he recognized as McNair Ilgenfritz. A man with a small collection of beautiful tunes. The current piece had been described as ‘the pinnacle of romance’ by many when it debuted years prior. Listening again he found himself agreeing. He didn’t know if he was hearing the tune anew because of the years gone by or because after so many years he finally had a reference point for romance? 

The bounce of a piano key felt like the undead flutter of his heart when she laughed so hard she snorted. The feeling of warmth when she lightly touched his shoulder as she passed. The impossible flip of his stomach when she smiled so wide both her dimples showed. 

She smiled that exact smile as she rejoined him. Bringing with her the flowers arranged in an old painted thing they’d found in the attic months prior. She placed the arrangement on the mantle, fiddling with the leaves till they fell just right. 

“I think the sixteen year old who corrected my pronunciation of jejune would have made the connection eventually,” he smiled, watching her work. 

“How many times do I have to apologize for that?” She joked, turning to face him. Her eyes flickered to his left foot that was bouncing along with the waltz. “That was Edward’s favorite too.” 

“It’s a beautiful composition. I imagine he forced you to dance all night,” he breathed. What he’d give to whisk her around the room until sunrise. 

“I’m not a waltzer…. And our Edward is many things but a patient teacher is not one.” 

“You don’t know how?” 

“Not many balls on the farm.” 

“Well that will not stand,” he grinned. 

“I truly have two left feet,” she protested, but he was already reaching for her hand. 

“I assure you, my right is good enough for both of us.” He held his hand out which she immediately took. He glanced down at their hands, and remarked at how well hers fit in his own. His eyes darted to her face, her own gaze fixed on their hands, quickly darting to his stare. He went to grab her waist. “May I?” 

She nodded and he tentatively rested a hand on her back. Her stiff posture seemed to relax every so slightly with his touch. He motioned with his head her free hand was to rest on his bicep. If she was wearing a proper crinoline she’d be holding her dress but fashion had died; and thus, her hand was going to rest over a scar he hated anyone touching. She placed her hand where he directed and instead of shirking away he sunk into the touch. 

It was the closest they’d ever been, besides the time he cradled her dying body as he whisked her away from a morgue but that hardly seemed to count. 

He took a deep inhale and she mirrored his breath. “Ready?” He whispered as ‘Cynthia Waltzes’ faded into the ‘Hesitation Waltz.’ She smiled with a jerky nod and he took the first step. 

“One,” he counted as he took the first step. “Two, three.” He beamed as she followed along excellently, a little nervous but excellently nonetheless. “Thatta girl.” 

She mastered the basic bounce back and forth quite quickly, swaying easily wherever he led. “It’s going to get a little more complex. Alright?” 

“Alright,” she grinned. He pulled her tighter and stepped forward. She wasn’t expecting the movement and stumbled slightly, although the grasp he had on her gave her little room to fall. 

“You’re alright,” he assured her. “We’re going to step one.” They slid one step. “Two. Three. Four.” Their smiles got brighter with every successful step. “Now we’re going to spin.” 

He led them to turn as the music picked up. Their first spin was clumsy, feet bumping into each other, bodies jerking in two different directions. “Just go where I go,” he reminded her. “I have you.” He pulled her closer to demonstrate his point. 

“You have me,” she repeated in a hushed whisper. More to herself than to him. 

He led them to turn again, this time it was a movement completely in tune with each other. The third she was practically floating on her feet. By the fourth they were almost jumping from one foot to the other. They continued twirling around the small living room until the song ended. There were more complex moves he should have led them into to teach her the dance properly; but spinning around like a music box was far more thrilling. 

Hesitation faded into some sloppy rendition of Vivaldi and Esme was still wrapped in his arms. Eyes alight as she looked up at him, her updo had come almost fully undone. Her body had slipped much closer to his than the position they started in, not that he was complaining. 

“Can we try again?” She whispered timidly. “Now that I know the moves.” 

“Of course,” he chuckled, pulling her over to the gramophone and rewinding to the waltz. 

They repeated the waltz six times, throwing in a few more intricate moves with each go. 

Eventually they had to pull away from each other. Carlisle feared Edward’s wrath if he burned a hole through his brand new record. 

Both were laughing over some quite dull joke he’d told, acting as if the quip was the pinnacle of humor. 

“Has that gotten boring after two hundred years?” Esme asked, collapsing on the couch. A stray curl falling on her forehead as she fell. 

“What?” He collapsed half a foot away from her. 

“Dazzling the entire dance floor.” 

“Well, I…” he glanced at his feet sheepishly. “No, it’s still quite fun.” 

“I imagine it has changed over the years,” she said absentmindedly. 

“Much more physical contact. Much more. A trend I used to oppose.” 

“Past tense?” She glanced over with a raised brow. 

“I believe the right partner was all the persuasion I needed.” 

“Well I advise you to never try that on any human women, their hearts might just give out.” 

“Is that so?” He felt a crooked smile on his lips. “How’s your heart, Ms. Platt?” 

“Dead, but if it wasn’t I’m sure it would be well on its way there.” 

“Well, I wouldn’t want you to die.” 

“I’m lucky I know a very skilled vampire doctor then,” she laughed lightly, looking away.

 He smiled too but had to bite his tongue to refrain from confessing how wrong she was. ‘Till the day he died he’d be the luckiest man undead. He dreamt of the day he could say the words aloud but for now heliotropes and hesitant dances had to suffice.

[advernia]

the stars have gone blue || 3 sentences, pre-game: zeta & sirius oswald + what comes first.

Zeta does not know when this year’s campaign would come to a complete close, but what she does know is when the first batch of night phloxes she planted would start to bloom: they would spread their petals tonight and maybe by that time her older brother would have found his way back too, away from the danger and unknowns of the frontlines and return to the comfort and company of his family. So once she’s sung her siblings to sleep and made sure that her grandmother has enough blankets, she steps outside and sits on the patio with a lantern in her hand; head and eyes alternating between staring at her flowers and squinting at the paths that lead to home, stubbornly searching in the darkness for that tall figure she hasn’t seen in months.

The starting wisps of dawn are already lifting the night sky when her dry eyes finally find him, hair in disarray and a leg limping - Zeta does not know the full story on why her brother’s face is all bruised and why the smile he gives her does not reach his eyes either; but what she does know now is that he has come home just like he promised, so she gets on her feet and runs to throw her arms around him as tight as she could, whispering a welcome home into the bloody fabric of his shirt.

[caminholonge]

Trip with real-life injury to his right eyebrow from an altercation with Doctor Phlox whilst wisp-possessed during filming of The Crossing.

Quote from a 2004 interview 

Interviewer: Have you ever been injured during the making of an episode of Star Trek: Enterprise? Connor Trinneer: I have. There was a scene with a stuntman for Dr. Phlox who was supposed to headbutt me, and there are stage combat techniques that make it look good on camera, but he got a little excited and was wearing an EV suit and opened my eyebrow up for five stitches. Had to go straight to the ER and get it stitched up. We never saw him again. We used the shot, though, it was good on all 3 cameras.

[sonic-elements]

Team Wisp

After a long while I present to you the Finalized members of Team Wisp

New members have been added as well as New Wisps. Hope y'all love them, I will be posting individual pics and info drops of each member later on.

Hers a list of members

Matriarch Nana Hue (Nega Hue)

Kaleidoscope The Wisp

Monochrome The Wisp

Scarce (Bioid #1500)

Spozzy The Pitbull

Glint The Cheetah

Bore The Aardvark

Z.O.O.M. The Robot

Tine The Thorny Devil

Blox The Box Turtle

Drift The Hummingbird

Scorch The Sun Bear

Chomp The Tiger Shark

Feast The Horned Frog

Orb The Gyronaut

Waft The Swift

Racket The Snapping Shrimp

Volt The Torpedo Ray

Tremble The Giant Isopod

Nuke The Bombardier Beetle

Vision The Barreleye/Spookfish

Foam The Diving Bell Spider

Rapier The Scorpion

Briskly The Peregrine Falcon

Fuzzy The Christmas tree worm

Jug The Water Holding Frog

Cleanse The Sponge

Jaded The Glass fish

Mucky The Banana Slug

Ammonite The Comb Jelly

Topper The Mushroom

Grow The Sunflower Sea Star

Dust-Devil The Roadrunner

Arcane The Cryptid

Eon The Immortal Jellyfish

Iaira The Nymph

Breaker The Millicentipede

Mist The Giant Octopus

Radiate The Plasmos

Steady The Gorilla

ORO/Aurum Bot

Raider The Cachalot/Sperm whale

As well as a list of the New Wisps added in

Mother Wisp/Baby Wisp

Rainbow Wisp

Monochrome Wisp

Rare Wisp

White Wisp

Cyan Wisp

Yellow Wisp

Orange Wisp

Pink Wisp

Blue Wisp

Green Wisp

Red Wisp

Purple Wisp

Violet Wisp

Indigo Wisp

Crimson Wisp

Magenta Wisp

Ivory Wisp

Gray Wisp

Black Wisp

Jade Wisp

Azure Wisp

Electrum Wisp

Capri Wisp

Beige Wisp

Turquoise Wisp

Chartreuse Wisp

Vermillion Wisp

Phlox Wisp

Pearl Wisp

Cobalt Wisp

Rose Wisp

Tan Wisp

Amber Wisp

Brown Wisp

Ebony Wisp

Cerise Wisp

Grey Wisp

Scarlet Wisp

Aureolin Wisp

Goldenrod Wisp

Spring green Wisp

Veronic Wisp

Cerulean Wisp

Tawny Wisp

Snow Wisp

Platinum Wisp

Bronze Wisp

Silver Wisp

Gold Wisp

Note 3 Out of the Non Canon Wisps here don't belong to me I ask permission for there usage make sure to give there creators

Electrum Wisp Belongs to SeaSaltArt

Capri wisps Belongs to. @craftys127609

And Azure Wisp Belongs to LJSTAR

[viperslang]

otherwheres - ii

the soloist in her cerement; the soloist with the conferral of grief so fetal, so fatal in its widening and thrall. it's plunked anachronism, its erratic fleece. you are the purple brogue of Veronica & phlox. the scab of sleep; its demotic shell - you brought me to a thunderhead so wreathed with audacity. so transparent in its veneration of the door, the shelf and the skeletons. you are all gimbal wires & fraught edges - this is why i came. why i sonder. why i stay.

x the obliquity of his body leaning in to listen. that he listens with a kind of fullness - cutting the air into torques of sway & chime. that he is present in tandem with what is both ancillary & cardinal in the notice of a moment. that the light with its incalculable troughs, stipples & cottons the blue lace agate of his face. that Alberti anoints time as a blue welcome or Bracho hums blue in the faint sleep of new insects, a form that dissipates without its imagined rupture. in him, i am teased apart - navigable // measureless.

x poetry [as the fledgling bough of language] resurrects me back into a kind of dignity - a shapeless bloom of majestic; a gust so abyssal & granular - that life so often thieves from me in its concrete debasement.  

x all error is true // paired - & enough is an ironic infinity. the outwardness of experience should be an adventure not a threat. you are enough. now demand everything from this fathoming.

x - why fragments? because the wisp of a line both arboreal & predatory in its diffusion. not the litter, nor the herd. not the hoarded budget to consummate. as Sontag mulls about the direction of art - the poignancy of creating the past.

x

in continuities, in analog, in the vent of a gesture - your shadow on the humid switch of this slab. a freckle. a taint. a practiced brevity.

x

in the conversation, i pronounce  historicity in the same sound universe as monstrosity. this is an apt summation.

Scherezade Siobhan

[sonic-elements]

Sonic Elements fan made wisps

Heres my Fan Made Wisps and there powers and abilitys 

Beige Wisp: With Beige Puff allows you to puff up to giant ball of cotton guarding you from most attacks

Turquoise Wisp: with Turquoise Spout you can while in water turn into a large water tornado destroying any Water Badniks nearby

Chartreuse Wisp: With Chartreus Copy, you can clone copy's of yourself and send them at enemies, they disappers once turned back

Vermillion Wisp: With Vermillion Shard, you turn into and summon crystals using Light and said crystals to your advantage.

Cobalt Wisp: With Cobalt Ooze turns you into a huge blob  that grows bigger the more it eats, while leaving a trail of slime behind. 

Pearl Wisp: with Pearl Bounce you turn into a small but indestructible ball that zips and moves around at high speeds 

Phlox Wisp: With Phlox Fume it lets out a cloud of good smelling perfume, which distracts nearby  easy to attack 

Rose Wisp: with Rose health you can use it for dangerous zones sometimes all you need is an extra life 

Tan Wisp: with Tan Twister you can turn into a large destructive tornado gathering dust and debree  

Amber Wisp: with Amber Beast you can Select as many targets at once and get to attacking truly a true beast 

Brown Wisp: for Brown Clock mostly used for time trials slowing down time to a crawl and speeding up time as well

Ebony Wisp: with Ebony nature you can summon plant life for either a platform, shield or attacks

Cerise Wisp: with Cerise Stain you basically have paint on your side (If your saying its like splatoon....maybe)

Grey Wisp: with the Grey Smoke you can conjured up a smokescreen against nearby badniks

Scarlet Wisp: Scarlet Pulse releases radioactive EMP instantly destroying any enemie at close proximity (they love to hide though) 

Aureolin Wisp: with Auroline Guard you turn yourself into a slow moving instructable shield  

Goldenrod Wisp: with Goldenrod Rings you become a ring magnet 

Spring green Wisp: with Spring green sonar, you can either use sound to make robots explode or you can uses the sound to find items

Veronic Wisp: The Spring Wisp (Advance earth and terrain powers)

Cerulean Wisp: The Summer Wisp (Advance Weather Powers)

Tawny Wisp: The Autumn Wisp (Advanced Wind powers)

Snow Wisp: The Winter Wisp (Advance Ice and water Powers)

Gold, Silver, Bronze, Platinum Wisps: Evolved Wisps with doubled the Hyper Go On Energy 

Rare Wisp: truly a rarity indeed, for not only can it change its colors to rare colors, but it can mimic the powers or others for a short time

Baby Wisp: a baby mother wisp  full of potential 

Monochrome Wisp: an elite wisp with a limited power as the mother wisp. it can absorb the colors of nearby objects and turn it into energy

Rainbow Wisp: an elite wisp with a limited power as the mother wisp, it can amplify the color powers of any wisp

(Character belongs to me don't steal or trace)

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