#lorenzo belli

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reblog if you think hewie from haunting ground is a good boy (he also receives a head pat)

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wallpapers from the japanese haunting ground / demento website

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Haunting Ground, in a cartoon style.

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This was literally the final chase sequence 🤣

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Bored so I decided to make my Haunting Ground sequel cast in this picrew (plus first game Fiona and Daniella)

Fiona Belli (new appearance) // Carmine Ferrari

Anoi // Raquel Ferrari

Evelina // Lorenzo Belli

Fiona Belli (original appearance) // Daniella

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Found out that TF2 Medic’s VA also voices young Lorenzo from Haunting Ground

Take that info as you will

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oswell e spencer and lorenzo belli have a very similar energy

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Currently I don't have anything written, but my requests are open

The summer I turned pretty, Harry Potter (Slytherin boys & Marauders), Marvel, Hockey (players vary - I may not follow up with this but still), The Cruel Prince, ACOTAR, inquire for more - books and shows

I write: fluff, angst, smut, serious topics (there will be warnings)

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Welcome to my blog!!

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✮ abt me: Hi!! My name is Ann, On this post you will find links to all of my stuff. Please read my rules before requesting! <3 

✮ who I mainly write for: Ethan Landry, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire, Mattheo Riddle.

Feel free to request characters I may know!!

✮ Request rules:

Will write: smut, angst, fluff.

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Will not write: Some nsfw themes including, feet fetish, piss/scat kink, SA/ non con, incest (stepcest not included). 

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This is mainly an x reader acc so no ships (Ex. Ethan x Chad)

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the lyrics of endless zero from haunting ground really are something, the whole game fiona is constantly reminded of her mother and father just for the developers to imply that ugo and ayla both wished for her azoth all the same. not feeling so bad about their fate now.

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Yall aren’t even ready for my comeback era

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Twisted ancestor. Happy 19th birthday to Haunting Ground / Demento! ⚕️

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Ending E

Summary: Fiona hasn't got a clue what they're going to do now. She's in a foreign country and has no real idea where she is. Civilization is nowhere in sight. Trees and hills stretch as far as the eye can see. She has no money on her. Her parents are dead. The only other family she knows she has left is partially responsible for her arrival at Castle Belli. She doesn't know any Italian whatsoever. ...It should be scary. Fiona should probably be scared. The fear of the unknown should be clawing away at her, but it isn't. After the hell that she and her newfound companions have just survived, all she can feel is relief.

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: violence.

Ao3 link here // FF.Net link here // Wattpad link here

Only one more barrier stands between them and escaping the horrors of Castle Belli: the front gate.

Aside from crickets, all Fiona can hear is their breathing. It’s strangely reassuring. Confirmation that they’re all still alive despite all they’ve faced. That Debilitas and Daniella, like Hewie, are still by her side. That Fiona isn’t just curled up uncomfortably in some cramped hiding spot, clutching the white shepherd like a lifeline, having a vaguely kind dream while daring to rest her eyes for ten minutes after being drained of absolutely everything.

Letting out a shuddery breath, Fiona wastes no more time in closing the distance between her and the lock keeping the gate shut. She has the key. She finally has it. She shakes and fumbles with it, struggling to get it into the keyhole. It bumps the edges again and again and her nerves worsen. She can’t help but worry that, while freedom's mere inches away, something bad will happen and rip it away once more.

Hewie barks his encouragement. Fiona continues to struggle.

Cold fingers wrap around her hand. The key nearly slips from her grasp in surprise, but the new hand encasing hers assures that it doesn’t. Instead of simply asking Fiona to let her try instead, Daniella guides the blonde’s hand, steady as the stone she appears to be carved out of. Her grip is firm but not vice-like. Not like earlier.

The key turns. The lock clicks. It’s open.

“Thanks,” Fiona manages to get out.

Earlier, Daniella’s scarred, bloody fingers had caught Fiona's sleeve when she hadn’t managed to successfully slip between her and the bed in the guest room, preventing her from running off. The sheer terror Fiona had felt when someone who, up until that point, had been relatively civil with her was laughing shrilly, cracking a wide grin that didn’t meet her eyes, and clearly flirting with the idea of skewering her is… already growing distant. By this point, they have spent far more time aiding each other than at odds with one another.

Fiona is glad that she didn’t give up on Daniella, even though she didn’t initially take anything Fiona tried to say in the dining room very well at all. She’s glad that she didn’t take the opportunity to bolt when Daniella stopped chasing her because she caught sight of her reflection in a mirror.

The scream that tore its way from Daniella’s throat had bled far more emotion than any words uttered during their short exchanges. First, her hands began to shake, then the rest of her body followed suit. The glass shard fell to the floor. She pulled at her hair and clawed at the skin of her face with her bitten-down fingernails. It went completely against her better instincts, but Fiona stayed with her and tried to help calm her down.

Debilitas pushes open the gate. They’re all greeted by a bridge leading into a forest.

Earlier, he had violently thrown open doors Fiona had closed in an attempt to slow down his pursuit of her, his thundering footsteps steadily growing louder than the sound of her heart pounding in her ears. He had slammed his open palms against wardrobes she dared to hide in. While he threatened to splinter its sliding door with his obscene strength, she clutched onto Hewie and prayed that he would just leave.

The cold sense of dread that flooded Fiona’s body when, after she dropped that chandelier, Debilitas rose to his feet yet again was so visceral that she started to feel physically ill.

…But he left without causing any more trouble.

And later, when Fiona and Daniella were cornered and staring down the barrel of Riccardo’s gun, Hewie unable to reach them—Debilitas had stepped in to help.

Riccardo’s panicked cries of “Exire, Debilitas!” went ignored as the groundskeeper surged forward, fingers itching to crush.

It wasn’t pleasant to watch. Not that Fiona saw much since she snapped her eyes shut almost immediately.

She prefers to not think about it.

She prefers to not think about what would have happened if she acted differently, for she cannot imagine escaping without her three companions. Not now. Time to stop lingering.

Hewie growls.

Nevermind. Fiona freezes.

The canine’s hackles are raised and his attention is trained in the direction they just came from.

“Fiona! Fiona!” That voice is one that she’s never heard before in her life. It’s lined with utter desperation. She looks to Daniella and Debilitas for potential answers, but they don’t provide any. “Don’t go!”

“Wh-who’s there?”

A frail-looking elderly man comes into view from around the corner, ignoring her question completely. “Fiona… My life… My Azoth!” Before she knows it, he’s crawling across the ground towards her with surprising and frightening speed.

A warning bark rings out.

The man reaches out for Fiona.

Debilitas takes a step closer, his fists clenched.

Daniella’s fire poker comes down, narrowly missing the man’s hand and instead striking the stone between his fingers. He pulls back, startled. As if he’s only now realizing that Fiona isn’t alone, he stares up at Daniella with wide eyes.

“Daniella! Daniella…” he begins. It isn’t fully registering that she intended to stab him, “I need you to listen to me—”

“No.”

Then, it finally clicks. Something between disbelief, rage, and fear flashes across his face. “No?”

“...No. I am no longer taking orders from you.” Oh. This must be the elusive owner of the estate. The ‘old man’ Riccardo relentlessly taunted by shouting into seemingly empty rooms, the person who Daniella would refer to as her master.

“No? No?! You ungrateful wench! How dare you betray me!” He grabs hold of Daniella’s ankle, pulls like he’s trying to upset her balance and send her to the ground. She barely even blinks.

Debilitas lets out an angry grunt. “You no touch Dani!” He seizes the maid by the back of her jacket and tugs her free. She seems to nearly go limp as she’s dragged past the property line. Just like she’s done before when Riccardo has managed to get his hands on her during a chase, and when Fiona had pulled her back around a corner to avoid him later on.

“Debilitas, no! Daniella! Fiona!” the man all but screeches. Fiona is quick to close the gate once her friends are all safely on the other side. The doors are heavy, but she manages. The key is still in her hand. She hopes it’s the only one. “Fiona! No! Come back! Come back!”

She doesn’t. Instead, she stands still just long enough to tuck the key into the waistband of her skirt and make sure Daniella is alright. After that, she begins crossing the bridge.

Hewie is instantly at her side. Debilitas and Daniella take a moment to start following. Fiona supposes that although she’s downright eager to say goodbye to Castle Belli, it might be slightly more difficult for the two of them to do the same. Even if the castle is an unpleasant place and they spent their time in it being ordered around by equally unpleasant people, it’s the only home either of them has ever known and they’ve probably never been outside of it before.

Fiona hasn’t got a clue what they’re going to do now. She’s in a foreign country and has no real idea where she is. Civilization is nowhere in sight. Trees and hills stretch as far as the eye can see. She has no money on her. Her parents are dead. The only other family she knows she has left is partially responsible for her arrival at Castle Belli. She doesn’t know any Italian whatsoever.

...It should be scary. Fiona should probably be scared. The fear of the unknown should be clawing away at her, but it isn’t. After the hell that they’ve just survived, all she can feel is relief.

Hewie trots ahead of her.

Debilitas trails a few feet behind, a makeshift bag slung over one of his massive shoulders. He looks vaguely like a lost puppy.

Daniella walks off to the side. Her gaze is anywhere but in front of her. She moves so soundlessly that Fiona keeps compulsively checking over her shoulder to make sure she’s still there.

Past the bridge, they spend who knows how long pushing their way past (or in Debilitas’ case, breaking) branches and wading through the undergrowth, but the sun is beginning to smother the darkness when they finally find themselves at the side of a narrow dirt road.

“So… which direction do you think we should try? Left or right?”

Not one of them has any idea what the future holds, but the worst is hopefully behind them now.

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Lorenzo Belli in a nutshell.

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Carmine Ferrari - The Other Azoth Carrier. Haunting Ground. (x)