#fallenseraphim

[frie-ice]

This Hazbin Hotel collage is of Vaggie and Sera, I personally see Seraggie as a friendship, but after Sera was revealed to be the second lesbian angel of the Hellaverse and the fact that I have done collages of the two with Velvette last year, I decided to feature this as a femslash collage with a touch of lesbian pride. Though I wish that the images of the 2026 standee and keychain of the Hazbin pride angels were of a better quality, sometimes I think that Helluva Boss has more merch items than Hazbin Hotel does.

From what I can tell the ship has been called Seraggie and FallenSeraphim, but if you have any ideas on what its other ship titles could be, please share them in the comments.

[pctatcs-museical-mcss]

@fallen-seraphim​ (Because Altair made me X’D)

“Why are you here? I mean, I know you’re probably here to torment my dad again but seriously. Don’t you have any better hobbies?”

He’s debating on screaming if only as a distraction to put distance between them, but knowing Sephiroth it probably wouldn’t work.

[chocobohaired]

“You’re shaking, and sore. I can see the exhaustion in your eyes.

Extremely exhausted starters

Cloud was exhausted. There was definitely no denying that. His body ached, and shook, as Sephiroth had already noticed. He knew his enhancements would take care of his injuries in time, but right now it was not doing so quickly enough. Being in such a a vulnerable state was the last thing he wanted to be in front of Sephiroth of all people. The man was a predator and Cloud did not want to be looked at as prey.

He glared up at Sephiroth, a shaking hand on the hilt of his sword as he tried to use it for support to get back on his feet. "Thanks for letting me know your eyes work," he bit out.

@fallen-seraphim

[honorisen-a]

◈ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ᴍᴏᴅᴇ — sentence starters ▮ @fallen-seraphim​​

“I’m sorry, did you need something?”

Zack would answer the question with a swift shake of his head as the hand that’d been outstretched had dropped back to his side. Hopefully, Sephiroth hadn’t seen how close he’d been to flicking the room’s light switch off.

“Not really, just that I didn’t think anyone was still in here. It’s kinda late.” A pause. “So, what’s up? Can’t sleep?”

[honorisen-a]

“ you’ll feel better if you talk about it . i’m here to listen . ”

◈ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ᴍᴏᴅᴇ — hurt/comfort sentence starters! feat. @fallen-seraphim​

“I didn’t know someone like you made it a habit to give other people an ear—” Even if Sephiroth probably was one of the best people for him to talk to concerning what was bother him, who knew how well that’d fair for his emotions. If only he’d had the time to track down Aerith instead.

“Guess that means I must still look pretty out of it, if even you’re telling me to talk about it, huh?”

[nibelheimraised]

@fallen-seraphim​ sent: "Stop staring at my chest."

Stop staring at my chest. As if he had much of a choice. The man was a good head taller than him and he expected what? For him to look up at him the entire time he was talking to him? Absolutely not!

He gave an annoyed huff, eyes trailing up from the exposed pecs to the bemused feline eyes staring down at him. “...Then sit. You’re too tall,” he grouched, giving him an annoyed squint that warned against making a comment on his own height. So he wasn’t the tallest guy around. Neither could anyone say he was a dwarf either.

Again, his eyes fell back to the other’s chest only to avert them with a flustered huff. How could he help the fact they were at eye level?!

[nibelheimraised]

@fallen-seraphim​​ sent:

Pointing his blade directly at the other "Keep running and I will only pursue you faster."

He’s not surprised his words got a reaction from the other, their eyes meeting with his own pair holding a silent defiance within. He doesn’t bother offering another taunt, nor does he flinch as the blade is raised to level with his eyes. A simple thrust of the other’s wrists would mark the end of his sight. But would Sephiroth be willing to go that far?

Oddly enough his mind offered no answer, even as he felt adrenaline begin to pump through him as it readied itself for the inevitable battle. Even as his gloved hand found its way back to settle on the hilt of his own sword. How often would they fall into this same dance until one of them would give in?

“Keep running and I will only pursue you faster,” the other offered as if indirectly answering the question lingering in his head. 

It was unexpected yet... fitting for them both. How often had he thought he’d seen the last of the man only for him to return? How often hadn’t he chased after his silhouette when he’d inevitably pop back into his life. Like a ghost that wouldn’t remain in the past or a memory that wouldn’t fade. 

Why did it not entirely feel like a curse though?

The thought is tossed away as soon as it comes to him, shaking his head before drawing his sword to clash against Masamune. His eyes narrow, stubbornly holding onto that will to confront the one consistent being in his life. “...Who’s running?”