#jason fate

[fateservantsirl]

Jason, Ishtar, and Helena Blavatsky at the Odessa Opera and Ballet Theater in Ukraine from the Heroic Spirit Tour Craft Essence series.

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Artists: BLACK, Morii Shizuki, MatsuRyū

[22ndiliad]

Made this for twt originally but did y’all know I love to give my unnecessary commentary on Fate designs / character choices (individual screenshots of my story under the cut)

(I forgot about the image limit so here’s my personal favorites)

[cannedvampirejuice]

captain jason, its wednesday

[green-basil-art]

On the distant shores of Colchis, our memories remain...

💛

[dopplerdora]

So let's talk Jason.

Fate Jason for clarification.

Jason has so much going for him. Good health, talent, vision, education, the strongest and best allies, and the favor of THE QUEEN OF THE FUCKING GODS.

But he fucked it all up. Yes Aprodite started it by essentially mindraping Medea. But Jason has every ability to see what's wrong and help her. He has the greatest team of heros to exist on his side and the favor of Hera. He had the intelligence and education to know what was wrong with Medea, he could have helped her.

He didn't, because Medea was a useful tool and not a girl who needed help to him.

This is the core of his fault. People are important but not as important as he is. Jason has the number one priority of Jason. In the right circumstances this can be overcome and his value can shine, like in LB 5 but....

If he just set his ego aside and helped Medea who he owed a great debt.

If he just told the Argonauts about Medea and asked for help.

If he has even for a second looked at the people around him.

He could have had it all. The Argonauts left him due to Medea's actions. If he had helped her he could have had the might of the Argonauts on his side to take his kingdom back. Not just that but Circe would have helped at that point most likely.

But he didn't. His Argonauts where a means to an end first and foremost. His interlude shows this. When they tell him they don't respect him he goes off and tries to make a new crew to succeed his goal. He never tries to Talk about it.

Jason cannot see his own flaws, and Jason doesn't see other people as having any inherent value as people. That's why Jason sucks.

Also fuck Aprodite.

[lapithae]

lostbelt 5 deleted scene

[rex101111]

[300iqprower]

“Dóxa stous Argonáftes - Ploío ton Oneiropólon, ploío ton Anóiton,” literally translating to "Glory to the Argonauts - Ship of Dreamers, Ship of Fools", is an ability that allows Jason to replicate his greatest feat: Assembling the Argonauts. Based off of the memories he held of his journeys with his close companions, these Argonauts may not be the genuine article, but they hold the same power and heroic valor they did in life…[While] the real counterparts would struggle to match up against the likes of true gods, because Jason believes them capable of doing so, his recreations of them can.

JASON VS ZEUS

“Haha…ahahahahah…!” In spite of his wounds, Jason let out a mad cackle at the crater before him, a charred body at the center. “So…how does it feel Zeus?! How does it feel to know you’re going to die? How does it feel to be MORTAL-?!”

CRACKATHOOM

Thunder shattered the land and lightning split the sky, as a bolt unlike all the others struck Zeus himself, whose smoldering body began to twitch as sparks gathered around it.

“I….am….lightning….divinity manifest…”

The godking’s eyes opened, now a radiant white.

“I….am….the heavens…”

And to Jason’s terror, Zeus once more began to stand.

“I….am….Olympus….”

And as his limp body raised itself even further into the air, raised his head to look at Jason and speak with Pure. Seething. F u r y. Before roaring out:

“I…AM….ZEUS…!!!

…AND I REFUSE TO BE HALTED BY MERE PHANTOMS OF A FAILURE!”

KA-THOOM

Arm snapping back in an instant, a white-hot bolt of lightning struck clean through any and every phantom in its path before blasting Jason, and the Argonaut’s world became agony itself.

……..

Zeus continued to speak, but Jason didn’t hear. As the world rung and earth blurred, he could only make out the feeling of slow, encroaching footsteps, and the sound of his own thoughts.

“After all that…and in an instant he just………. I guess it really was for nothing. Just like before…just like always…I really was nothing but a failure; I couldn’t even bring a real hero with me here…yeah, that makes sense.”

As his vision barely faded in enough to make out a heel at his face, Jason could also make out last couple of lines from Zeus’s ravings, as the god motioned to pick up Jason’s near-corpse.

“…But when I am done, I’ll ensure only the worthy are remembered, that not a single one of your pathetic, ungrateful ‘heroes’ ever even EXISTED!” With a sadistic, maddened grin, lightning once more began to surround Zeus’s throwing hand as time slowed to a crawl, every heartbeat an eternity to process. “Starting…with…you.”

……

……….

…………….

“…Ungrateful?!”

S H I N G

Before Zeus even realized Jason had moved, he felt his arm leave his body entirely, divine ichor spraying from the stump that remained. “Impossible! When did Atalanta-?!” a fist flew into Zeus’s aghast expression, cutting off the thought and sending him hurtling back with herculean strength.

“YOU. KNOW. NOTHING, ABOUT THEIR WORTH!!!”

With screaming hatred that echoed above the thunder itself, Jason’s voice rang out as he struggled to raise himself. Zeus’s desperation, anger, and increasing confusion all overlapped as lightning carpet bombed the area in vain, not one bolt hitting its mark and causing the god’s mind to race. “That was Hercules’s fist! These are Medea’s deflection spells!” With a roar his voice swiftly returned as the god cried out. “How?! WHERE ARE THEY?!”

If Jason heard Zeus, it didn’t show, as two figures to whom Jason paid no heed lifted the captain to his feet, and some sort of remedy spread where Zeus had struck him, all while the Greek hero stared at the immortal with ungodly wrath.

Jason raised his sword at Zeus. “You…You don’t know the first thing about heroism, and you don’t know the fucking meaning of the word gratitude! You don’t even know what it means to lose something, let alone be grateful you ever have it!! The dreams they had! The dreams they were DENIED! All because of you! Because…!” Jason’s voice suddenly caught in his throat as memories came crashing down on him. “…because I wasn’t enough…!” At last, the Argonaut’s voice lowered, tears streaming down his face as he looked up aimlessly. “…None of them…had anything to be grateful for…but… I always had them-“

KATHOOM

Another bolt of lightning crashed down, interrupting thoughts and forcing Jason to shield his eyes as a vortex swirled and Zeus postured himself, rising once more with his voice as rumbling as the storm.

“What mortals have or do not have is of no merit to God! A god does not lose something! Nor does a god need earn anything!” Zeus shouted back, lightning coursing through his remaining arm. “All a mortal knows is only there because of OUR magnanimity! The results of what so-called heroes foolishly do with their lives is no fault of those who gifted it-!”

SHICK

Loosing his sword with the speed and accuracy of a peerless archer’s volley, Jason instantly embedded his blade deep in Zeus’s chest. In moments the god fell back to the earth while, to his own horror, he coughed up ichor as would blood.

“GIFTED?!?!” Jason roared with his fading wrath instantly retripled. With fire in his eyes he swiftly closed the gap. “WHAT ‘GIFTS’ HAD YOU EVER GIVEN US?!”

WHAM

To Zeus’s ever mounting shock, his vision went dark for a moment entirely as Jason’s fist flew out and struck hard enough to shatter bone, one blow after the other following like a torrent.

“To Atalanta, who you cheated?!”

*C R A C K*

“To the Dioscuri, who you severed?!

*C R A C K*

“To Chiron, who you betrayed?!”

*C R A C K*

“To Orpheus, who you tormented?!”

*C R A C K*

A last gasp of electricity surged through Zeus, the god’s face a disgusting mix of divine ichor and mortal blood as Jason’s onslaught left his hand increasingly as mangled as Zeus’s visage, to the captain’s clear disinterest as one arm fell slack but by no means stopped his other.

**C R A C K**

“TO CAENEUS, WHO YOU RAPED?!”

**C R A C K**

“TO HERACLES, WHO YOU ABANDONED?!”

**C R A C K**

“TO MEDEA, WHO YOU DESTROYED?!”

As Jason’s arms fell, his breathing coarse and agonizing once more, Zeus’s mind had become a haze; unthinking, unfeeling, terrified, insane, infuriated, there was only thought left, the words from his lips, etched into the same power-mad grin as before.

“….I……am…..Lightni- GURK!”

With one last movement, Zeus looked to see Jason’s arm weakly grasping the blade stuck in Zeus’s abdomen.

Jason barely raised his head enough to flash at Zeus a deranged smile of his own.

“…Or maybe, Zeus…”

A hiss echoed as Zeus felt an instinctual, unmistakably mortal panic surge through him. A pair of snakes, Olympus’ favorite executioners, gazed up at their king, coiled around Jason’s shattered arm like a living brace.

“To Asclepius…who you MURDERED!!!”

In a blink, the serpents constricted….

GSH-R-K-T

…and with a sickening spray, the blade split Zeus by the scar of his skull.