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#Artorias the Abysswalker #Bocchi the Rock!#Hitori Gotoh #Elden Ring #Elden Ring: Nightreign #Revenant

Published on Nov 7, 2026

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character: gotoh_hitori, artorias_the_abysswalker, revenant_(elden_ring), copyright: elden_ring 3girls, seiza, playing video game, holding game controller, black tracksuit, tracksuit, glasses, expressionless, blank stare, long white hair, low twin braids, blue eyes, flower wreath, pink hair, long hair, hair between eyes, cube hair ornament, blue eyes, pink track jacket, skirt, long sleeves, enraged, furious, angry veins, gritted teeth, shouting, wide-eyed, standing, apron, holding ladle, full armor, helmet, gauntlets, plume, watching, indoors, washitsu, tatami floor, shoji screens, television, from side, wide shot, A wide side-on view of a tatami-floored washitsu, the low camera at floor height so the tatami texture runs from the foreground into the middle distance. Three figures, no more. In the midground two of them sit in seiza on the tatami, side by side, facing a low television set that sits on a dark wooden stand against the shoji wall on the left of frame; the paper screens glow pale behind it. Seated on the left of the pair is Vengeful Specter: a slight figure in a loose black tracksuit, trousers rucked up over bony ankles where the seiza fold presses her shins into the mat, the black jacket zipped to the throat, thin-rimmed glasses set on her nose. Her long white hair, gathered into two low twin braids, falls forward over the collar of the tracksuit, the braid ends brushing the tatami; a flower wreath of small blossoms rests on the crown of her head. Her blue eyes are open and fixed on the screen, lids slack, mouth a flat line, cheeks unreadable -- a completely blank face. Both her hands grip a game controller low in her lap, thumbs mashing the stick in a fast, mechanical rhythm, elbows tucked tight to her ribs. Beside her, closer to the right edge of the frame, Hitori Gotoh sits in the same seiza, her pink track jacket with long sleeves bunched at the elbows, a pleated skirt fanned over her tucked legs, her long pink hair swinging as she twists toward the television and her cube hair ornament catching the screen light. Her blue eyes are wide, her brows crushed down, her mouth open in a furious shout, teeth bared, a flush of rage across her cheekbones; her own controller is held at chest height, both hands clenched on it hard enough to whiten the knuckles, and she jams her thumbs at the buttons. Her shoulders are hunched up around her ears with the force of the fury. A cord runs from each controller down across the tatami to the console beneath the television. Behind the pair, filling the background of the right side of the frame, stands Artorias: a tall figure in full plate armor, a helmet with a swept plume, gauntlets, and over the breastplate a plain cloth apron tied at the waist. He has stepped in close behind their shoulders, leaning slightly forward, one armored hand gripping a long soup ladle that dangles down beside his hip, its bowl glinting. His head is tilted down, the visor angled toward the television and the two seated players, motionless, simply watching them from behind. The shoji grid throws a soft rectangular pattern across the far wall; a second warm light comes from the television itself, which casts a faint pale-blue rim along the front edges of both seated figures and puts a faint glow on Artorias's apron, while the world behind him stays in gentle shadow. Palette: the warm straw of the tatami, the pale paper screens, the seething pink of Hitori's hair and jacket, the flat matte black of the tracksuit, the cold blue-white of the screen -- nothing else admitted. One detail of physics: the tatami mat beneath Hitori's knees is compressed pale where she has dug in with the force of her rage, while the mat under the expressionless Specter stays smooth and undisturbed. Domestic, absurd, tense.

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