Stands at an average 171cm.
Stands at an average 171cm.
making semi-OCs is fun
Why yes, if Makoto ever needs to crossdress for any reason he’ll be able to pull it off very well. Does he like crossdressing? No, not really. It was a necessity. He looks good while doing it, that’s what torments him most.
…Wait, he shouldn’t have given Nursery Rhyme those plastic safety scissors?
@axisanimus said: Offers him a key lime pie whipped yogurt (she stuck it in the freezer for a while, so technically it’s froyo now). “Here, the sugar’ll help if you feel burnt out.”
Key lime pie and whipped yogurt, however froyo’d they have become, cannot assuage the constant existential torment he feels. However–
“ Hey, this is actually pretty good… Thank you so much, Chiemi-san. “
being the last master of humanity is suffering
pls im begging pls no more lost belt stories he cant take it anymore
Unfortunately he will keep going through them, he will keep suffering, and he will keep taking it no matter how bad his mental state gets. Just one more Lostbelt to go
but do we really think it’ll end there?
I love Makoto Naegi a lot I think how the theme of moving forward and persevering through impossible odds is one of the cores of his character and how it reflects in every part of him is kinda awesome
deltarune has been consuming my mind again, apologies for the radio silence
@hcstofthevoid said: " You… you don’t give up, do you? “
This was supposed to be an alternative universe. A chance to right a wrong. A chance to fix the irreparable damage that had been done, prevent a horrific catastrophe that would have doomed the world. Everything almost went according to plan, he’d almost managed to get Sirin out of Schicksal’s hands, but one lapse in security ended the fantasy then and there.
The entire time, Sirin had argued with him, trying to get him to stop, warning him that if the security caught up with them, he’d end up like her. She was almost absolutely certain that they were doomed…
… No. There was no ‘they.’ There was never a they. It was only her.
Her reflexes forced her to react before she even realized what had happened. A warm stream of blood dripped from her gown from the wound that appeared in her chest.
She hadn’t even properly awakened, Makoto. Why did you let her do that?
A better question would be,
Why did she protect him when he was the one saving her?
” I don’t get it.. I don’t know who you are.. why you wanted to save me so bad… “
Her voice is quiet and muttering, struggling to release words with the pain in her chest becoming worse and worse every waking moment. She’s so cold.
” … You must think I’m an idiot, huh.. doing– *hack* this…! “
“ I think I understand now … what they wanted me to be… what I’ll end up being… if you keep going through with this.. ”
His hand gripped hers, and her grip was slowly becoming weaker and weaker. Their cover wouldn’t last for long. He would have to leave soon.
“ Please… ”
“ Just let me die. ”
“ Guess so. Giving up’s not an option I like to let myself take…! “
Sirens blared, bright red light streaming all throughout the facility. The trampling of footsteps that had been following the fleeing pair, aiming to escape this prison of steel and needle, rang out. Makoto kept running, a handgun in his right hand and a smaller hand in the other; he was practically dragging Sirin forward, ignoring her protests, ignoring her appeals to hopelessness. What was it this time? He managed to fool security long enough; he had even allowed a burgeoning hope took root in his chest. It was just a straight shot towards the exit now. Faster, faster, but–
Things are not that easy.
Their hope slammed shut, closed by an emergency blast door. Makoto felt the blood drain from his face, the shouting of security behind them, the noise of gunfire echoing along with the siren– A bullet flew through the air towards Makoto, but just as he went to throw himself forwards and spread his arms out like a human shield to protect that girl–
Someone else was hit.
“ SIRIN!! “
He dropped the handgun. Running to the girl, Makoto caught her as she fell, grabbing her hand as he quickly brought her behind some nearby cover; a large stack of huge supply crates.
“ Shit, shit, shit–!! “
Makoto ducked down, refusing to let go of her hand; she had held it back. He narrowed eyes narrowed, gritting his teeth as he looked back up over their cover and immediately lowered his head. Blood was pooling on her gown; Makoto’s breath hastened as he moved to apply as much pressure to the wound as he could. All he accomplished was staining his hands with her blood.
“ That’s not… Why I’m here…! I’m not here to let you die!! No matter what you become, the reason I’m breaking you out right now is to rescue you! You’re just a suffering girl, so how can I just ignore you and be okay with you dying…?! Goddammit, how many times has this happened by now?! Sirin– “
“Step away from the girl!”
Makoto swung around to face the guards, and just as he was about to yell in refusal–
Lead riddled his body.
Blood spilled. A spectacular flower of blood bloomed in his chest, staining his white shirt a deep red. Lungs crushed by his broken ribs. Heart destroyed by bullets. Flesh shot through; he was not long for this world.
He fell to the side anticlimactically, with a *thwump*.
He cursed his own foolishness.
He cursed his own idiocy.
He cursed his own powerlessness.
Within that haze of anger at the world, at the laboratory, at the security, at himself most of all, the desire for a world where the people he cared for kept burning– time and space began to fracture within his head. Crackling. Fizzing out. Crackling again, clenching his teeth so hard they threatened to break as blood leaked out of the many holes in his body. The door to the trichiliocosm began to open once more as the dying man limply and awkwardly reached for the hand of the dying girl.
To hold it one more time.
“ I’ll– “
Makoto gurgled out, just as his anger and headache reached their peak– as his consciousness crossed through the infinitude of bubble universes. As his consciousness leapt back into the past, even as his mind felt like paper coming perilously close to tearing every which way. One more time.
As many times as it takes.
He took it again. He took an oath he swore, many Dead Ends ago, nestled in his heart, one more time;
I’m here to save you…!!
ah, the old soul, nice to meet again. the time of ages is etched into your bones, you see clearly. you’ve watched the heartache in this realm and sworn to solve it. but kindness without limits is self destruction. oh little leaf, strong and wise, you seek to bring peace with your presence. I’d be wrong to say you fail at this effort, but you mustn’t set yourself on fire to keep others warm. you wish to please everyone, to protect them all. but if you shield the saplings from the sunlight they will never grow, and you one day will wither. protect yourself too. you know there are no happy heroes, so don’t be one. be a friend. your loved ones will not forsake you for not being perseus slaying all their demons. you have your own monsters, why not meet them first before you conquer anyone else’s nightmares? oh true-hearted paladin, you are brave, and you are good enough. you know that, right? be true to yourself, one cannot do anything saintly if they did not tend to their own wounds first.
I feel like Sin puts it best
panels from mortalis stella that I like: part 1
@corrchoigilt said: “Does it feel as though you’re at war yet?”
The charred bodies that were strewn out before him, the faces he saw from his peripheral that lacked the animation of life.
The stench of flame that overwhelmed his sense of smell, the crackling bonfires whose conflagrated wisps reached into the sky.
It was hot like summer.
The crumbling buildings of the Shinto district, thrown into disarray and devastation by battle after battle. Burning, burning, burning down to the ground– The flameswept city of Fuyuki extended in front of humanity’s last Master; an ordinary boy who was telling himself to stand tall. What the hell was going on? Masters, Servants, magecraft, rayshifting, barely any of it made sense to him even after the explanations he had gotten from Mash and the Director. All Makoto knew right now was that he couldn’t lie down and roll over. The Master’s panting stopped. With his hand against his chest and gripping the cloth of his Mystic Code, he managed to recollect the breath taken from him by the still unfamiliar expenditure of mana. How lucky, it seemed that he was able to keep his head in the middle of a pinch.
Mash and Olgamarie were just up ahead. He couldn’t lag behind like this all the time; Makoto sucked in a breath of air, ready to start jogging forward, but suddenly–
“Does it feel as though you’re at war yet?”
Caster, the Servant accompanying the Chaldeans investigating the Singularity, spoke to him, and Makoto stopped in his tracks as he slowly went to meet Cú’s crimson eyes.
It was something he read about in history textbooks back in school. Something he saw in video games, used as a setpiece for some story or whatever. Like a musou game where a warfield was the point. Battles people fought in, died in, suffered in. Cities razed to the ground, an air of death so thick even the breath of the living could be bated.
“ …This is a war. “
It didn’t feel real, but it was real. One misstep, and Makoto would join the bodies that dotted the streets. A desperate battle for survival, one that he didn’t want to lose– right now, Makoto wanted to live.
“ I… A-A few days ago, I was just at school playing some video game at lunch break, what the hell would I know about war… “
Makoto’s breath quickened. He swallowed on instinct, but managed to turn his eyes forward again. That answer was enough. He knew, for the first time in his life, that he was at war. But even so, he should not let that daunt him; grit your teeth and look to the future; that is where your true worth lies.
“ Whether… Whether or not I feel that way, the only way we can go is forward. So… Let’s get going, Caster. Mash and the Director are waiting. “
Funny of me to associate Makoto with the celestial body of the Earth but in his actual og design he has a star and moon pin
actually thinking about it more one of the ways the earth is referred to in formal Japanese speech (like speeches and fancy stuff) is as “the star” (it’s not just a Nasuism) so one way to interpret Makoto’s pin is as the earth and the moon
God he loves petting the hell out of animals.
*opens my third eye* Makoto was never seriously meant to be a Master, let alone the Master. He was just someone recruited to shore up numbers. The 48th and last Master Candidate, a complete nobody with no magus background, no personal accomplishments and nothing to his name. He was just lucky enough to survive; the last one alive after everyone else had been hit by Lev’s bomb. No powerful magic circuits, no skill in magecraft, no unique powers, no higher ideals, he was honestly just some dude with bad magic circuits, but in the end? He was still the one who succeeded, despite his weaknesses and how much he lacked; Makoto still overcame everything and saved humanity. In fact we already know why. His determination and resolute will played a significant part, but the reason he even had someone to fight with in the first place was a simple reason: he was kind. He saved and inspired the person who would become his very first Servant, someone who would go to accompany him through almost everything, by being kind. The reason why everything could be saved was because at the very beginning, in a place consumed by flames, an ordinary boy saw a dying girl and chose to hold her hand and comfort her in what seemed to be her last moments.
Nasu liked Undertale and said the ending to FGO would have a similar feel to Undertale’s True Pacifist ending. Therefore there is the possibility that Makoto will pull the “*it seems that there’s still one last person that needs to be saved.” on Olga. Trust me on this.
*You think of your friends.
*You are filled with Determination.
“ Somehow… “
“ Somehow, I feel like I’ve been a bit too lucky lately… “