#Chely

[loudlyhappycupcake]

**The wish to swap**

Chely goes to blue energy she sacrifice herself. she summoned gimmi, the kwami of reality the fusion of tikki and plagg of miraculous have grand wish, Chely's wish to swap up with betty to fused with golb to connected his body of herself. Betty grof returns to simon petrikov on the cube, then margles returns too. Golb is probably fused with Chely, they scream screeches the energy turn from blue to pink. They fused into golbhely, the new mistress AND the master mind of universe

**Potential Story Elements**

Based on the text, here are some potential story elements that might be depicted in the image:

* **Sacrifice:** Chely sacrifices herself for a greater purpose.

* **Summoning:** She summons Gimmi, a kwami of reality, likely a powerful being.

* **Grand Wish:** A powerful wish is granted, possibly involving a swap or fusion.

* **Transformation:** Characters undergo transformations, possibly merging with other beings.

* **Conflict:** There is a sense of conflict or struggle, as indicated by the screams and energy shifts.

* **New Power:** The creation of a new, powerful entity, Golbhely.

**Please note:** This is just a speculative analysis based on the text provided. The actual image may contain additional details or context that would provide a more accurate interpretation.

Certainly! Here's a breakdown of the text in the image:

**Main Events:**

* Chely sacrifices herself and summons Gimmi, the kwami of reality.

* Chely wishes to swap with Betty.

* Betty returns to Simon Petrikov.

* Golb is presumably fused with Chely, creating Golbhely.

**Key Points:**

* Chely uses a "grand wish" to swap with Betty.

* The energy changes from blue to pink during the fusion.

* Golbhely becomes the "mistress and mastermind of the universe."

**Additional Details:**

* The image mentions a "fusion of Tikki and Plagg," but it's unclear how this relates to the events.

* The significance of "Margles" returning is not explained.

**Overall, the image depicts a complex scenario involving a wish, a swap, a fusion, and a power shift in the universe.**

**Please note that this is just a textual analysis of the image. It's possible that there are deeper meanings or references that aren't immediately apparent.**

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[cyrusdoeshit71]

Happy Birthday Night Pride! @loudlyhappycupcake

[que-sel-fie]

Chely

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Chely

[que-chi-qui-ti-tas]

Chely

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Chely

[someprettyname]

Okay got it! Chely :3

That's a cool name! You can call me nami/Mira or i can give you a completely new nickname that you can call me hehehe

I feel cheated. no one on Reddit told me that tumblr is a serotonin factory. Keep liking and reblogging my posts please thanks

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When you think about the implications of chely having horns. Yes. If you think about the implications even more. Yes

[que-bo-ni-tas]

Chely

[patscorner]

Night, Night

Summary: You and your girlfriend expose your relationship at night.

wc: 2,027

Contains: just fluff, one of the worst endings I've written, but I hope yall enjoy.

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“Let's gooooo!!! Suck it, Kamorea!!” Paige shouts, standing from the couch and throwing her controller down before doing a victory lap around the dorm room. KK rolls her eyes at the blonde's antics and turns to her phone on the desk.

It'd been a while since all the girls had been able to really hang out, but since summer sessions had just ended, you decided a little gathering was well deserved. You invited the team to your apartment to chill, which is what led you to now; sitting next to your girlfriend on the couch, watching KK and Paige play rocket league, occasionally laughing at the comments that came from KK's live. You and Morgan weren't public yet, so you made sure you stayed a safe distance away from her so as to not raise suspicions.

You were doing an okay job, having to stop yourself from lacing your fingers with hers. Aubrey was at the desk, monitoring the comments, reading a couple out loud, and ignoring the out of pocket ones. You watched as Paige ran out of the room shouting, probably bothering anybody who was possibly sleeping. You can't help but giggle when you hear her being scolded by Azzi in the kitchen.

What you don't see is Morgan staring at you, hearts in her eyes, watching the way your eyes squint close and the way the corners of your mouth crease as you laugh. Aubrey sees it, though, and so do the other 1,527 viewers. Aubrey turns around and looks at Morgan, wordlessly waiting for her to stop looking at you. When she eventually does, Aubrey makes a face, and her eyes flick to the phone screen.

You look between them, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “What, what happened?”

“Nothing.” The girls say in unison. Morgan clears her throat, trying to will the blush that had crept onto her face. KK turned around and smirked.

“Morrrrgggiieeeeee,” She teased, drawing a laugh from Aubrey and an eye roll from the freshman.

“Oookay!” Morgan stood up abruptly, the blanket you were sharing, falling off of her. “Where are you going?” You ask, pouting as she walked towards the door.

“Just to the kitchen, you need anything?” She turns, sliding her phone in her right pocket. You smile at her gesture. “Just some chips, if we have any.” She nods before walking out.

“I'm all good, thanks for asking, Morgie!” KK calls after her, Aubrey shaking her head as she turns back to the phone. “Shut up, KK!” Morgan calls back.

Paige comes back into the room with a pout on her face. “What's wrong with you?” You ask as she plops down on the couch next to you, opposite where Morgan was sitting. “Azzi is being mean.”

“Me telling you not to sit on me is not being mean!!” A voice calls.

“Whatever.” Paige groans, pulling her phone out.

You shake your head before going on your phone. You already feel your stomach tighten in the absence of the love of your life. You both have been dating for eight months, and it's been everything you wanted and more. It didn't take long for the team to figure it out, and as soon as they did, they teased you both relentlessly. You couldn't even smile at your phone without them asking if it was Morgan. Granted, it always was, but that's besides the point.

You think about the moments you've had with her. Whether it's playing 1 on 1 with her at 2 am, because she couldn't sleep or sitting next to each other on the couch after an argument, talking out your feelings. You think about the times she would leave the house when you were sick to get the medicine you wanted, even if you already had some that would've worked just the same. You think about the subtle sparks that burned until they were blazing inferno whenever you grazed each other during a game or at a party. You think about the heated makeout sessions that turned into more and you think about the slow, lazy kisses you shared while drifting in and out of consciousness.

Where is she?

You're about three seconds from getting up and searching for Morgan when she walks in with four bags of chips and a bottle of water. “Wha- why do you have so many?” You question.

The brunette gives you one of her dopey grins before as she sets them on the table. “I didn't know which one you wanted, so I brought one of each.” You can't hide the smile that sneaks its way to your face as you take the water from her. “Thank you, ba- Morgie.” You correct yourself quick enough that only the girl in front of you could hear it. Her eyes are wide with amusement. “You're welcome.” She says, plopping down next to you.

KK turns around and looks at the chips in Morgan's hand. “Whipped.” Is all she mutters and the other girls burst into giggles, including yourself.

Morgan grabs a pillow and throws it at her, hitting her in the back of the head. KK glares at her, and Morgan sticks her tongue out.

“Girl boo!”

“If Morgan could pass the ball like that, Coach would stop making us run suicides.” Paige muttered quietly, but not quiet enough because the room erupted with laughter. You place your hand on the freshman’s thigh, patting her lovingly as she glared at you, who was struggling to stifle your laughter. You bit your lip, and Morgan's eyes trailed to them, and suddenly, your breath hitched.

“Not too much on my kid, c’mon, yall.” Aubrey says, giggles escaping her lips. She glances at the comments, some people talking about the way Morgan was looking at you. She ignores them. “You act your any better, P, how do you miss a layup?”

“Woah! There were two people next to me!” Paige defends herself.

“Please, they were practically social distancing. You had plenty of room.” You say, earning a glare from her. You attempt to ignore the girl on the other side of you, whose arm is subtly wrapping itself around your waist from behind. You raise your eyebrows as you turn to Morgan, astonished by her boldness. She ignores you and pretends to be on her phone.

The night drags on as KK has started the talent show. Paige migrated to the floor after telling Aubrey she could get more kills than her in fortnite. You've sprawled out, legs where Paige once was, head in your girlfriend's lap. The day was starting to catch up to you as you started to drift in and out of consciousness, and Morgan, running her hands through your hair delicately, was lulling you to sleep. Despite your efforts to fight sleep, she could feel your body relax when you nodded off and tense up again when you realized you'd done so.

A small smile made home on her lips as she leaned down to your ear. “You tired?” she asked, pausing her hand movements. You shook your head. “Mmm-mmm. Wide awake, you?” You mumble. She scoffs playfully, resuming her hands.

“Do you wanna go to your room?” she whispers. “No.” You say. “‘m good right here.”

“Go to sleep, then.” She hums. You nod sheepishly before drifting off once more.

You'd been asleep for no longer than five minutes, before KK was yelling at Paige, who was trying to beat Aubrey's five kills in Fortnite.

“Paige, go left! There's like three peop- no! Your other left! Dumba-”

“Watch your mouth!” Aubrey yells before KK finishes the word. Just then, Paige gets a kill, and she exclaims loudly.

“Let's go!!!” She shouts before locking back in.

“Could yall quiet down?” Morgan says, causing Aubrey and KK to look at her, then glance at you, dozing off again, before looking at each other. “Is she really sleeping, right now? It's only 8:30.” KK laughs. Aubrey giggles. “Guess my kid is a grandmother.”

Morgan shakes her head, looking down at you. “No, just between school and practice, she hasn't been sleeping well.”

She can't help the smile that crawls onto her face as she glances down at you, eyes fluttered shut peacefully. The peace had been missing from your features for weeks, and been replaced with furrowed brows and stressed wrinkles.

KK and Aubrey look at each other before bursting out in loud laughter, waking you up once more, causing you to groan.

“She's so whipped, bro.” Paige mutters, her eyes never leaving the screen. This only eggs the other girls on, everybody forgetting about the now 2,000 people watching them on the other side of their phone screens.

"I know you're not talking." Morgan shoots back.

"Ay, not too much." Paige laughs.

Morgan rolls her eyes at the girls before leaning back down to your ear. “Let's go to bed, sweetheart.” She mumbles.

You don't even try to fight it this time. You just hum and sheepishly sit up before leaning your head back on the couch and letting your eyes close once more. At this point, nobody cared about the live, it being long forgotten on the desk.

Morgan patted your thigh before standing up. “Come on, pretty girl, let's get you to bed.” You whine as she wraps her arms around your back, pulling you up to your feet. “No..” You slur, your voice muffled by her shirt. She laughs as you reluctantly wrap your arms around her neck, and she taps the back of your thighs to signal you to jump, and you oblige. KK eyes widen, looking at you guys, then back at the live, watching people slowly start to freak out.

“Do I need to-” She cuts herself off when she sees Morgan shaking her head. “Don't worry about it. It was bound to happen.” She offers a small smile before kissing your head and walking out of the room. She hears the girls laughing in shock before she closes the door behind her. She earns giggles from Ice, Azzi, Ayanna, and Jana, who are playing a quiet game of UNO.

It's almost funny how easily she carried you to your bed, laying you down before standing back up. You whine and lift your arms up to her, signaling you want her to stay. She laughs before kissing your cheek. “I'll be right back, baby, hold on.”

Morgan walks out of the room and back into the room with KK. She gathers your phone, as well as the empty bags of chips and other trash that had gathered. “Bro, Morgan, come give these people a backstory so I can stop avoiding these comments.” the shorter girl groans. Morgan, Paige, and Aubrey laugh as she makes her way next to KK.

She squints as the questions roll in. “How long have y'all been dating?” She reads. “Uhhh- almost a year.” she smiles as she answers.

“Who said ‘I love you first?’” KK reads, turning to Morgan, who's blushing.

“Me, but she knew first. She just didn't tell me.” She rolls her eyes playfully.

“Okay, okay, that's enough. This is not Morgan's live, and I'm not bouta sit here and listen to this story again.” She complains. Morgan sends her a glare before backing up. “Whatever, she's waiting for me, anyway. Goodnight, Live.” She smiles and waves. “Night, Morgie.” KK says, directing her attention back to the TV screen.

“Night.” Aubrey offers. Morgan looks at the blonde. “Goodnight, Paige.”

All she gets is a grunt. She rolls her eyes before walking back out and offering the other girls goodnight.

She walked back into your room to find you right where she left you. She smiles as she kisses your cheek, waking you up gently. “Get under the blanket, baby.” She whispers. You move automatically, still sleep.

She crawls onto you, pulling the blanket over you both. She put all of her weight on you, her face in the crook of your neck, where she presses a kiss. “Goodnight. Love you.” She whispers. All she gets is a hum back, but she doesn't miss the way your arms wrap around her body, holding her securely onto her.

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[cyrusdoeshit71]

Pool Party! @loudlyhappycupcake

[claireswhisperings]

Morgan cheli being soo protective over y/n pls 🙏

threw her arms around my neck • show me how you do it

morgan cheli x girlfriend!reader

synopsis: while at a party celebrating a win, morgan can’t help but notice a guy getting touchy with you

warnings: men. a guy touching reader (arms, back, thighs), language and homophobic slurs/ideas

wc: 2.4k

a/n: my first request!! pls lmk any feedback you guys have, and enjoy!!

another absolutely flawless game played by uconns very own huskies, with an incredible 98 - 61 at the end of the night. the girls are still on fire after the game, dragging the whole team out to a party hosted at some frat house in honour of their victory.

morgan keeps your hand in hers as you all walk into the house, tightening her grip when you see how many people there are. it has to violate so many safety rules, but the ambience is fantastic. 2000s songs playing loudly, flashing colours, and the right amount of drinks, alcoholic and virgin are littered across any flat surface.

the girls agreed this was a much needed celebration, especially since it had been put on in their honour. cheers erupt from the partygoers closest as many students congratulate the girls on their win. you smile at morgan as two girls talk with her about how incredible she has been this season so far as a first year, and how eager they are to see her grow more.

her arm circles your waist, fingers drawing faint shapes on your exposed skin in a crop top as the group slowly walks towards the kitchen in hopes of finding drinks.

“how are you feeling baby?” you smile and ask morgan, as she hands you a newly opened can of coke.

she looks around for a quick second, still smiling from the interactions with other students congratulating her. “it’s so crazy!” she’s shouting over the loud music, the nostalgic sounds of rihanna floating between her pauses. “i can’t believe people really threw a party for us!”

you lean in to kiss her, pressing a quick “i’m so proud of you, you know that?” onto her lips, before you separate your lips from hers, and lean into her arms instead.

her eyes scan your face, and she’s leaning in to kiss you again, before azzis soft voice can be heard telling her that they should walk around in order to talk to some students who are fans.

morgan looks back at you with hesitation, almost telling azzi to leave with the team, but you stop her.

“nuh uh. this is your night, you have to talk to someone who isn’t your girlfriend tonight. enjoy the party! your party! i’ll be on the couch when you come back baby.” you press a kiss to her lips once more.

"alright, i'll see you in a little bit," you let out a small laugh at how excited she is at interacting with student fans of her and the team.

she skips a bit to where azzi is patiently waiting for you two lovebirds to separate, and turns to give you a small wave with a giant smile spread across her adorable face. you smile and scan your eyes over the scene of the party, suddenly missing your girlfriend's presence when you notice just how busy the house is, and how unfamiliar all the faces are.

a short lap around the floor sounds like a good idea, and you find yourself bumping into a girl from your history class, who is more than happy to chat with you about an upcoming project. from across the room, morgan can see you talking and laughing with a girl, smiling at how happy and comfortable you look.

"geez, you know she's not exactly going to disappear if you take your eyes off of her for two seconds," paige is quick to clock who her teammate is looking at, finding it amusing how morgan's eyes always seem to be drawn towards you.

“you are not one to talk,” morgan mumbles and spares a glance at azzi, whose waist paige is currently holding in order to keep the brunette stuck with her all night. paige’s teasing smile drops as she turns to continue walking around the house, dapping up a few guys as they all pass by.

you say bye to the classmate you’re speaking to, and continue moving slowly around the room, sipping your drink as you look around. you make eye contact with some guy standing in a doorway, giving him a polite smile as you walk past him. he looks you up and down as you pass, a slick smile growing on his face.

you’ve moved into the living room of the cramped frat house, and find the comfortable looking couch. two girls sit on one end, completely immersed in a conversation. you sit on the farthest side, pulling out your phone to scroll through it to pass time.

while too caught up on your phone, you don’t realize that the guy from the doorway had sat down next to you. his cold hand slides against your exposed thighs, making you jump, looking up from your phone. you cross your legs over one another, and his hand slides off your body.

“hey beautiful. haven’t seen you here before,” he offers you another smile that starts to make you more than a little uncomfortable. you scooch a little further into the armrest of the couch next to you, trying to distance yourself as much as you can from this man’s eyes and hands.

“uhh yeah, parties at these houses aren’t really my thing,” you say firmly, hoping your demeanour deters him, and he’ll walk away.

he doesn’t. typical of men.

“well, what is your thing?” he asks, arm extending to lay against the top of the couch behind you.

women is what runs through your mind. women who don’t reek of cheap cologne and hair gel.

“well right now, sitting alone on a couch sounds pretty damn tempting,” you’re calmly looking around, hoping to catch a glimpse of morgan to walk towards. she must not be in the same room right now.

his hand behind your head drifts down to stroke at the skin of your back. you move your arm to block his touches, missing how it felt when your girlfriend’s warm and comforting hands were there earlier. “you know, you look good tonight. your little shirt…this skirt…” his eyes drift down to your legs.

“yep.” you almost roll your eyes at his remarks.

he doesn’t seems to care that you have grown more and more uncomfortable, fidgeting with the hem of your skirt and looking away from his as much as you can.

“well, you know where your clothes would look even better?” he’s leaning in more, awful breath fanning over your face.

“washing machine?” you quip. there’s a beat of silence as he’s no doubt thinking of what other vile comment to make.

“okay well as absolutely riveting with interaction was,” your voice is dripping in sarcasm, making the guy furrow his eyebrows in frustration, “i’m afraid i gotta go.” you get up, pacing the room for a second before finding an empty corner near the tv.

a presence shows up in front of you a second later, the air suddenly smelling worse than the party already made it.

“so. the fucks your problem? can’t take the compliments?” he’s becoming more angry, and you nervously look around the room, in hopes of seeing any of the girls on the team.

from where you’re standing, you can’t see jana and kk walking into the room, pulling a reluctant morgan in with them. it’s been 10 minutes without you, and she’s missing having you with her to talk to.

“girl can you stop moping around? you’ll see your girl in like 2 minutes. no need to keep pouting,” jana lets out a laugh at how sad morgan’s been looking since she left you.

“i’m sorry, i just haven’t seen her much with all the practices, and tonight was the first night in weeks i had her to myself,” morgan can’t help the whine in her voice.

kk rolls her eyes, softly pushing morgan to a trio of girls wearing husky jerseys, and holding sharpies. the girls are super sweet, taking about the plays during the game, and joking with the girls about the infamous lives they hold.

morgan glances around the room, seeing the couch in the middle. she bites her lip when she remembers you said you’d be waiting on the couch for her. her eyes drift around the room, landing on you standing in the corner.

what she sees is your leg bouncing with nerves and an uncomfortable look on your face as the guy leaning into the wall, and practically pins you there, is speaking to you. morgan’s eyebrows furrow as the five girls beside her continue their conversation. jana takes morgan’s arm, slowly pulling her to a larger group of girls to meet.

morgan’s eyes stay on you, observing you and the guy carefully, making sure you’re safe. you’re slowly moving away from the guy, but with the way morgan can see his eyes looking over you, she knows he won’t let you get far.

morgan gives the smallest amount of attention on the fans in front of her, trying to keep their interaction as positive as possible while she’s busy trying to kill the guy talking to you with her eyes.

kk slings an arm around morgan, pressing her cheek to hers to see where she’s looking. kk’s usual smile drops when she observes the scene of you and this guy.

the final straw for morgan comes when the guy presses his hand on your thigh. although you slap his hand away, morgan is pissed the fuck off at this point, and walks across the room to where you are.

“hey! the hell are you doing?” the familiar voice rings out from behind. morgan is starring daggers at the guy as she stands next to you, sliding her hand up and down your back comfortingly.

“i’m talking to a pretty girl. take your benchwarmer ass, and get the fuck away from us,” he tries to argue, trying to size up to her, and failing miserably.

she’s incredible on the court. a force on and off, she’d easily kick his ass, and you all know it.

“no. she’s my girlfriend, and i’m asking you to leave,” her voice is angry, and you and morgan know she won’t hesitate to turn this interaction physical if it called for it.

the same nauseating smile from earlier makes its way onto his face at her words. “oh shit, we got ourselves a pair of dykes. that’s a hell of a lot better than one girl. why don’t you give us a little show!” his hands inch towards you both, but morgan pulls the both of you back.

he’s even more persistent, and she shoves him away when one of his hands strokes your waist, and yells at him to fuck right off, before pushing him away from you.

he was right to know she’d kick his ass. morgan’s push sends him stumbling backwards. nearby party goers shove him away when he bumps into them, clearly grossed out by the comments he made to you and your girlfriend.

“fucking dykes, can’t even take goddamn compliments. stuck up bitches who can’t appreciate what little dick they get!” he shouts angrily, brushing himself off while he walks out of the room.

he passes by most of the team, who’s making their way into the room. ice shoves him a bit, causing him to stumble some more, eventually leaving the house and slamming the door behind him.

you take a deep breath, and morgan holds your hand as you walk towards the team and the fans who were staring at you with concern.

“you guys okay?” “we heard what happened!” “i’m sorry that guy was an ass.” “yeah i heard he’s done that to a lot of girls.”

it’s a whirlwind of questions and comforting words when you fill the girls in on what happened on the couch, and what he was saying and trying to do. morgan’s eyes stay on you the entire time, while she rubs your back soothingly to slow down your breathing.

some people that had overheard what went down with you and the guy, including some girls who had been waiting for signatures, offered their empathy and concern. many passed by and told you they hope you’re okay, before walking away to enjoy the rest of their night.

the music changes, and so does the energy of the team. after making sure you’re okay, several of the girls run to another room to take advantage of the party and dancing, wanting to fully celebrate their win. you and morgan trail behind them, laughing at their antics, and make your way to the kitchen again, grabbing two cups to get a drink of water.

“are you sure you’re okay?” morgan’s eyes bore into yours as her hands hold your waist, fingers drawing small shapes on your skin.

you’re reminded of how the guys hands felt on your waist, and you smile at how nice morgan’s feel on you. you nod, leaning up slightly to press a needed kiss on her soft lips.

she sighs into it, pulling you into a hug. although the music is loud, it feels like it’s just you two when she presses a kiss on your head, and whispers how sorry she is.

“baby it wasn’t your fault. he was some creepy guy, and you came and stopped him from continuing,” you pull back to look a her beautiful eyes. her face is contorted in sadness, and you stroke her cheek to ease the tension.

“i know, but i should have went over to you the second i saw you, and not waited. i’m sorry i didn’t help earlier.” there’s no point in arguing with her right now. but you’ll certainly try.

“i shouldn’t have stayed and talked to the other girls, he had you against a wall and i-,” she’s cut off when you press your lips against hers once more. your hands slightly bury themselves in her soft hair, playing with the hair between your fingers. morgan melts into the kiss, same as she always does.

“thank you for helping me. i don’t know what i did to deserve someone as perfect as you,” you whisper into the kiss.

she leans back to look you in the eyes. “believe me, i think the same thing about you every day.”

you lean your head into her chest, swaying the both of you slightly to the music. she presses a kiss to your head, mumbling a little “i love you.” a moment of comfortable silence passes, and you look back at her to kiss her again.

“you know, you look so gorgeous being all protective over me,” you laugh a little at the blush that spreads over her cheeks. her head ducks down to land in your neck, where she lets out a sheepish little “stop,” while giggling.

you feel her pepper your neck with kisses, making her way up your jaw and cheek, and finally looking into your eyes so she can lean down to kiss your lips.

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