#pyrrha lives

[superiorsturgeon]

Anxious Arkos

Jaune: *acting as crossing guard for the children of Mantle, being hit on by Mantle milf brigade*

Pyrrha: ☹️ *feeling a queasy cold weight in her guts, imagining awful scenarios of Jaune being invited to milf’s houses and seduced by soft, sexy older woman who can cook*

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Pyrrha: *acting as high-profile security for Atlas elites, being flirted with by famous and wealthy Atlesians*

Jaune: 😣 *pacing anxiously, imagining equally awful scenarios of Pyrrha forgetting him forever and leaving on the arm of a rich well-endowed Atlas man with perfect hair who doesn’t trip over his own feet like a dork*

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Jaune/Pyrrha: *clinging to one another in the intervention chair*

RWBY_N_RO: *gathered around, exhausted by Arkos anxiety*

Ruby: Jaune, Pyrrha, this is an intervention!

Weiss: You’re both driving us crazy with your constant worrying about one of you leaving the other!

Nora: You’re cute together, but you’re both so anxious that the rest of us are losing sleep reassuring you every time you have separate missions!

Pyrrha: We’re sorry! 😢

Jaune: It’s just that we read these “NTR” stories on the internet, and-!

Blake: WHAT DID I TELL YOU TWO CINNAMON ROLLS ABOUT READING THOSE?!

[novankenn]

I'm Sorry...

(Heroes make sacrifices... unwelcome ones.)

Pyrrha was spent and broken. She knelt on her knees, looking up at the wicked woman as she slowly drew back on the sting of her bow. So many regrets danced in Pyrrha's head, chiefly among them were all the wasted chances she had with Jaune. She was a coward, several times over. Unwilling to take the chance and now throwing it all away... but... but at least he would be safe. He could continue on and became the man she knew he would be.

Cinder smirked as she pulled the string of Midnight to full draw. This was it, everything was falling into place. With Nikos removed, Ozpin's plans would be gutted, even more so than they already were. More importantly, the shadow of Nikos, the girl who had everything that should have been hers, would forever be removed from Cinder's world.

Cinder felt like she had been hit with a sledgehammer as she was suddenly, and violently carried sideways, he well aimed arrow flying past Nikos' head harmlessly.

"Jaune?"

/=/ Moments earlier /=/

Just before the rocket locker could launch, Jaune drove the edge of his sheath into the side of the door, jamming it into the seal. Expanding the relic from the great War, the door screeched and the safety systems activated. The door was breached, causing the count-down to abort. Twisting his Heirloom weapon, using it like a pry bar, he forced the door open further. He was frantic, he knew what Pyrrha was planning to do. He couldn't let it happen like that.

He was just moments behind her, and while she used the ruined elevator shaft to rise up to meet her destiny, Jaune struggled to climb. Pushing his weary muscles past their limit. Making the top of the shaft, he took a minute to gather himself. He watched the one-sided battle between Pyrrha and the murderess, and he made his decision. Pulling out his scroll, he prepared to enact his plan.

/=/

"Jaune!" Pyrrha screamed as she watched her crush, crash bodily into the exposed side of Cinder. He was unarmed, using his very body as a weapon. "JAUNE!"

The breath was knocked out of Cinder's lungs at unanticipated impact, and it took a couple of seconds for her to understand that she was being bodily carried away from her target.

Jaune knew he didn't have the skills or abilities to help Pyrrha. If that wretched woman was so easily dealing with Pyrrha, someone who was leagues beyond him in skill, he had no chance in facing her... normally. But he quickly knew what he could do. What tools he had that she may not be able to counter... surprise and mass.

"NO! JAUNE!" Pyrrha screamed as she fought to rise to her feet, the searing pain of the arrow through her heel causing her to collapse and watch in horror as Jaune carried himself and Cinder over the edge of the tower.

Cinder flailed about, calling upon the Maiden's powers and her own semblance to free her. But it was too little too late as the extra weight carried her over the edge and pulled her towards the ground... far... far below.

/=/

"I found this, when I picked you and Ruby up." Qrow spoke softly as he held out his hand, an active scroll held gentle between his fingers.

With a shaking hand, Pyrrha reached out and took it. Nora and Ren closed about her. Qrow pressed his lips together and slowly walked off, giving the broken team some privacy. They all saw the icon indicating that there was an unsent message. Whimpering, Pyrrha shakily reached out and touched it.

"Hi." Jaune spoke, his trademark smile, weak and strained. "If you're watching this, then I guess it worked... or at least I hope it did."

"Jaune." Nora choked out as Ren squeezed her shoulder.

"I don't expect anyone to understand or be happy with what I've done, and I'm sorry, and I wish I was there for you to all yell at me like I deserve... but I guess this will have to do."

"Jaune..." Ren broke and sobbed.

"People always looked at me funny when I said I wanted to be a hero. They told me I didn't know what I was talking about, but I did." Jaune's image gave a broken half-hearted smile, "I know what a hero is... they give their all to help those around them make a better world. They do so without hesitation. They're willing to sacrifice themselves for the chance at a better future for those they care about."

"No... Jaune... you shouldn't" Pyrrha couldn't continue, her sorrow grabbing her heart and crushing it.

"To protect those I love, I will do what I can, and I do it willingly, because I know that if whatever Ozpin has gotten us involved in..." tears could be seen in Jaune's eyes, "If... if Remnant has a chance at a better future, it's with all of you..."

The trio could say nothing as they watched as Jaune looked up, his eyes obviously watching something they couldn't see. Pyrrha whimpered, as she could easily guess at what that was, by the pained look in her crush's eyes.

"I don't expect you to understand, or forgive me. Just know I did the only thing I could to make sure you guys could save everyone else." Jaune's eyes returned to look into the camera. Tears were beginning to roll down his cheeks, as his voice was getting choppy with emotion. "I love you all... I always will. I'm sorry."

"Jaune!" Pyrrha screamed in anguish as the video stopped. Ren and Nora wrapped their arms about the shattered spartan. Their own hearts torn with grief. "Jaune... Jaune... Jaune.... "

[mechakingghidorah100-blog]

Crimson Paths Divergent -  Chapters 1-4

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47588521/chapters/119937403

One second of hesitation is all that it takes for Pyrrha's destiny to change irrevocably at the Fall of Beacon, her destiny stolen from her by the one she wanted to protect most.

Hey y’all, first post on Tumblr cause wanted join in on the RWBY community here cause I heard y’all were awesome so figured I’d start looking around here and what better way to post than to share my work :D 

Beyond just the initial summary, on AO3 I provided above, this will (hopefully) be my big longfic project that runs off the pretty simple premise of Pyrrha surviving the events of Vol 3 while poor Jaune doesn’t, and continuing from there with other alterations along the way. Feedback is always appreciated and I’ll post on here when I update w a new chapter. Thanks for having me!

[nyansense-the-nyanbinary]

SAME BRAINCELLS BTW. ACTUALLY SHOCKINGLY SIMILAR CHOREOGRAPHY TO MY JAUNE DIES PYRRHA LIVES FIC?? and the very rough animation i made ages ago to illustrate the thing...

this is so fuckin good and I am thriving to see it

fuck, the title of my fic is even "To Spite Destiny"

i've already drawn this out once but i really wanted to take another crack at it because i feel like i didnt do my own thoughts justice.

anyway. canon divergence where Jaune dies instead of Pyrrha and it gives her a complex centered around her beliefs in destiny/fate. (also Pyrrha maintains control of half of the fall-maiden powers because i want to tinker with the idea of Pyrrha and Cinder fiending for the other half)

[nonas-third-tantrum]

modern au where nona makes a powerpoint hoping to convince camilla to let her get a dog

[ooctlt]

seeing everyone's bedhead has me wondering what their morning hair routines are?

bonus

pyrrha braids nonas hair. dulcinea wears curlers and a bonnet at night

[rwbysketches]

how pyrrha could've lived

(alt serious version + cartoon close up below cut)

[toasterdrake]

what if i said pyrrha vacuo design but god said she’s dead bro

my atlas arc design for her was based on a roman soldier, but this time i wanted to steer towards a true gladiator look. also i was quite waylaid by the idea of pyrrha in a sports bra with her abs out in vacuo. so. feast on that as you will

(i just wanna say, it’s so nice to look back at older stuff and see the progression of how ive developed my own view of pyrrha 🥺 BLORBO WIN) (im tempted to do one of those character redraw challenges and see how it turns out)

[artsubject13]

Don't leave me again

[rwby-confess]

Confession 100!!!!!

Behold; I have returned, the queue will be running again, 2 posts per day (for now)

[falleri-salvatore]

Schnarkos Headcanons in the form of bad jokes and piss-poor humor

*Hypothethical dialogues in an alternate timeline where Jaune married both Pyrrha and Weiss* ------- Straw Feminist: You pig, women aren't collectibles for you to feed your own ego. They are their own person, stop imposing your will on them. Jaune: *blinks* *blinks again* I'm flattered that you think so highly of me, that you believe I can actually tell them what to do. ------

Straw Feminist: Disgusting. Two wives? You are an example of everything that is wrong with the Patriarchy. Jaune: ....You don't understand; they are not my wives, I'm their husband. Difference.

[howlingday]

Hello, here I come with something different from your current most popular "theme". then watching a "cinematic" of the current event, from the game nikke :GOV (for short). I couldn't help thinking about the following: "sometimes the greatest heroes are not the ones everyone knows, but those who gave their lives so that they could be." So I was wondering what you can create with this little snippet of my inspiration.

Ooh! Interesting! Alright, let's see what I can cook up...

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"Look, it's her~!"

"Pyrrha Nikos~!"

"The Fall Maiden~!"

The crowd screamed as Pyrrha walked through the throng of people. Flanking her sides, as always, were her teammates, Ren and Nora. The two did their best to both stay close and keep the crowd from following suit. Unfortunately, what was supposed to be a simple rendezvous with Team RWBY turned out to be more challenging than she expected; especially if they were trying to keep a low profile.

"Thank you, everyone." Pyrrha waved to her adoring public, her voice soft yet heard by all. "I'm kind of in the middle of something, so could I please get some privacy?"

The crowd murmured their discontent. Nora clenched her fist around her weapon, only to ease her grip as Ren placed his hand to hers. The two had grown noticeably closer since the Fall of Beacon, as well as during the journey from Ruby's home on the island of Patch to Haven Academy, where she faced off against the wounded Cinder Fall, and eventually arriving at Argus only days ago after surviving a dangerous encounter with some hijacking Grimm.

And yet the crowd didn't lessen as much as she'd hoped after being seen so often now.

"You heard her!" A woman called from the middle of the crowd. "She's a huntress now. She has important duties to attend to." The crowd gave variant degrees of apologies and began receding. The only one left from the dispersal was the woman who called out the bothersome grouping. "Sorry if I ruined your day."

"Ruined it?" Nora balked at the blonde woman. "You practically saved us!"

"Saving huntresses and a huntsman?" The woman chuckled. "Wouldn't that be something to tell my wife?"

"Who are you?" Ren asked.

"Oh, I'm nobody special." The woman chuckled. "I'm just a housewife passing by on her way home." She looked down at Pyrrha's side. "That shield you have..."

"My shield?" Pyrrha took hold of her collapsible sheath, though it wasn't in its usual defensive form. Her original buckler had been edged to a more octagonal shape, changing Milo into Milo Mors. Edging alone the bronze guard was a band of blue sandwiching a field of white between. "It's... from an old friend."

"I... I see." The woman's eyes seemed to dim as the smile she presented was only one of a polite nature; not one of joy, but of bittersweetness. "Well, I'm sure... I'm sure your friend would be proud to see what you've been doing with it, saving people and all that." She gave a soft chuckle. "After all, you are the greatest hero on Remnant. Who wouldn't know you by now?"

"I..." Pyrrha gulped. Suddenly, the woman in front of her reminded the Fall Maiden of her old friend. The same one who smiled his same dorky smile with blue eyes that shone with a kindness not often seen by huntsmen these days under blond locks shining with that same golden joy he shared with his smile.

"Pyrrha?" Nora asked, placing a hand on her leader's shoulder. Ren did the same for the other shoulder, offering silent solidarity. Looking to the two of them, she grinned.

"I believe that the greatest heroes are not the ones who are known, but rather those who gave their lives so that we could be."

A faint light seemed to shine in the woman's eyes, followed by a single tear. She chuckled and wiped her eye clear with the back of her hand. "I'll have to remember that one." She turned away, and with her, so too did Jaune from her life.

Pyrrha smiled, happy to have known her partner for all the time they'd shared together. Replacing her shield, he turned away as well, her team following suit. "Let's go, Team JNPR. It's time to move forward."

[lady-harrowhark]

What can I say about Pyrrha besides She's AWESOME and I like her very much

She’s HOT. She’s a DAD. She BRAIDS HAIR. There’s so much more to say, but we don’t need to waste our time saying it. We already know.

[novankenn]

Siblings of the Storm

Pyrrha was worried, and rightfully so. Jaune Arc her team leader. Her partner. her secret crush was acting off. He was not being his normally good natured goofy self. He was being subdued, almost if he was expecting something unpleasant to happen. In short he was not being the young man she was falling for.

"Jaune is something bothering you?" Pyrrha asked while wringing her hands with nervous energy. The pair were taking a walk along Beacon's gardens. Just a little trip to be away from everyone else for a little bit.

"No, I feel great Pyr!" Jaune asked taking a look at Pyrrha. His brows furrowing when he noticed her nervous nature. "I should be asking you that. What's up Pyrrha?"

"It's not..."

"Pyr... I can see something is bothering you. You can tell me." Jaune gave Pyrrha that disarming smile of his "I'll always be here for you."

"Ah... um... it's just that... huh"

"Pyrrha?"

"You don't seem yourself."

"What? Of course I'm me! Who else would I be?" Jaune smirked and tried to laugh off Pyrrha's comment, but he suddenly stopped. His smile vanishing, as the a gentle breeze began to blow.

"Jaune?"

"Joan..." Pyrrha help in he gasp of shock at the hardness of Jaune's once deep and loving azure eyes. "Why are you here?"

"To settle the score..." came a female voice off to their right. "You ran before we could..."

"I left, that means you won. You are the one..." Pyrrha turned to face the voice, and found herself basically looking at a female version of Jaune.

"You know..." the gentle breeze grew in strength becoming a slightly gusting wind. "... that's not how it works!"

"It is now!" Jaune snapped as he stepped away from Pyrrha, a grimace on his face. "I'm done with the competition! You've won!"

"NO!" The wind picked up further, and began to buffet the area, and while Pyrrha had to brace herself against it's growing strength... Jaune and Joan didn't. They both stood there as if nothing was happening. "We PROMISED each other to see this through!"

"So what?" Jaune snapped. "You tracked me down just to continue our stupidity? We we're children! Stupid immature children!"

"It doesn't matter!" Joan shouted back as the winds truly grew vicious, tossing about debris, and forcing anyone like Pyrrha who was outside to brace themselves lest they be bowled over. "Yes we were kids, but we've always known!"

"Jaune?" Pyrrha tried to yell, but her voice was stolen by the cutting strength of the growing winds.

"I'm won't..."

"I'm not winning like this!"

Pyrrha stumbled backwards as a golden light enveloped Jaune and his apparent twin sister...

(Images generated by perchance ai text-to-image)

"Jaune?" Pyrrha stuttered out as she did her damnedest to stay close by, let alone standing.

[nav-ix]

breaking news: recently-dead saddest girl in the world is daughter of long-dead angriest woman in the universe

[moistmailman]

Voices of the Void AU

When Pyrrha first got her degree she imagined her job would be more worthwhile; something that she can be extremely proud of that will make leaps and bounds in her fields of work. That’s the reason she worked her ass off for the degree in the first place. Yet here she is, in the middle of bumfuck nowhere eating a pack of instant ramen all alone at night, hundreds of miles away from any other human.

When they told her she was going to be pretty isolated from society the redhead didn’t know they meant in the middle of a deep forest where the only source of companionship she had were deer and a stray cat that roamed around. The loneliness isn’t even worst things about this entire job though. Granted, the loneliness is terrible but it’s not the worst.

It’s the silence.

There’s no TV, radio, game, basically anything to occupy her during any downtime. Not even any books or newspaper to distract her from the deafening silence that surrounds her entire life now. The redhead actually picked up the habit of talking to herself just to fill the room with some sort of sound that isn’t just the occasional buzzing of one of the machines. This lab is slowly draining her sanity.

The lab in question was a complete wreck when she first arrived too, and it took an entire week just to make it hospitable. Well, as hospitable as a prison that is. Still beats the complete state it was in when she first arrived though. Pyrrha has no idea how the place became such a mess, but she does know that the last person who was stationed here nearly went insane from isolation and probably had some sort of episode that caused them to destroy the place. 2 months into the job and Pyrrha really can’t blame them. Although, the thought of possibly following in their footsteps makes the job even more demanding despite the job itself being pretty bare boned.

All Pyrrha really does for her work is collect signals that are from space while occasionally fixing satellites. Easy on paper, terrible in action since you’re all by yourself with nothing but your thoughts and occasional paranoia. The signals in question aren’t really interesting either. They take a long time to download and when you listen to them it’s mostly just static, loud noises or the ever so interesting deafening silence of space.

“What a fulfilling career.” She quietly said to herself as she taps her finger on the desk. “Graduated at the top of my class for this.” The degree hanging on her wall seems to be completely useless to her at the moment. Just a visible reminder what she studied her whole life for isolation and silence. She blew a raspberry in frustration.

Although today was, at the very least, somewhat interesting since she did got a semi out of the ordinary signal this morning that she is currently refining to make it more clear. Over the loud static it partially sounded like something was speaking, but since it’s in the human nature to try and find patterns in things, this isn’t really anything to go on without further proof. In fact, this isn’t even the first signal that sounded like something was speaking. So she’s not exactly that excited over this whole ordeal, but at least it’s better than most of the signals she finds. Doesn’t make the burning glare from her diploma go away though. If it could laugh at her then it would.

A beep alerted the redhead to the machine to her right. After several hours the signal is finally refined and ready to be played. She slurped up the noodles hanging from her mouth before putting the container on the table. Pyrrha then stood and nearly stumbled from being light headed. Sitting down for hours on end isn’t really that good for your body and standing up quickly doesn’t really help either. She really has to get outside more often. Maybe she’ll fix some of the satellites in the morning to get some exercise.

With a quick motion, Pyrrha removed the signal from the machine and placed it into the computer to her left, which plays back every single signal that she finds. One pressed button later and it started to play. Again, this isn’t the first thing she found that sounded suspicious. An unrefined signal is barely hearable over all of the loud static, and occasionally you’ll might hear something in it since your brain is probably slowly going insane from the lack of any communication at all. So the redhead’s hopes weren’t exactly high at the moment.

That soon changed pretty fast though when the signal played. It sounded strange and out-worldly, which is normal for her job since she’s is quite literally listening to things that are possibly millions of light years away; but this one is different. It sounded…..it sounded like something is speaking. She can’t make out what they were saying but the more she listened to it the more it becomes obvious that this isn’t one of her normal signals. Sitting up from her chair and scooting closer to the computer, she listened closely. Maybe she finally went insane and is hearing voices now?

“It’s going to be a downward spiral, isn’t it?” She thought to herself. “First I’m going to hear voices, then I’m going to trash the place like the other guy and get placed in a room with mattresses for walls….still homier than this lab though.”

Although the more she listened the less she believed it was all in her head. This is pretty clear honestly. She can’t really make out what it’s saying, but it still there, hidden behind slight static. Something is trying to communicate or at the very least just trying to speak. Almost as if it’s speaking some sort of English but horribly. Nothing it’s saying is coherent.

Pyrrha closed her eyes and listened hard, trying to see if she can recognized anything at all. A single word would be huge for her work. A giant breakthrough honestly, making the entire silent hell she was tormented to worth it completely. No longer will her degree hang there on the wall mockingly like a smudge.

And then finally it happened. She recognized something. A single word from this entire signal that is more clear than anything else on it. But the word itself baffled her since she doesn’t understand why it’s being relayed to her in the first place. She rewinded the audio and replayed it. Then rewinded it again afterwards and play it once more. Rewind repeat, rewind repeat, rewind repeat. She did this for 5 minutes and each time that word pierces though the gibberish like a knife. It’s like listening to a foreign language and in the middle of a sentence they randomly say an English word.

“What the heck?” Pyrrha mumbled to herself as she stands up, deciding to move even closer to the computer just to make sure that she was in fact hearing what she was hearing. “Is this a random radio signal or something?”

The distinct word she heard was beautiful…..

*MEANWHILE*

Saphron couldn’t help to chuckle at her brother. Poor guy was really struggling with this, not that she can blame him. Humans are weird creatures that have multiple form of languages on their planets, which is pretty unheard of for the rest of the galaxy. Doesn’t help that the language in question is pretty confusing in the first place that is full of inconsistencies. Like how the hell doesn’t tomb and bomb rhyme? It make sense. Who even made this stupid language.

Regardless of the dumb language, her brother is trying his damndest to get his message across to some female human that he’s trying to woo. She doesn’t even know how he found her in particular out of the billions of people who live on the planet, especially since she’s seem to be completely isolated from everyone else on the planet. Yet he somehow he saw her and immediately fell hard. Although he’s kinda doing a terrible job at speaking since he seems to be butchering the already butchered language. She doubts anyone would be able to decipher anything he’s saying; he practically invented a new language at this point. Although, he seems to have the word ‘beautiful’ down pretty well.

“Will you stop snickering and just try to help me?!” His brother groaned, causing her to snicker louder.

“Okay, fine. You’re not speaking clear enough.” Saphron instructed. “Speak more clearly, and more confidently too. You’re like a dead fish right now. No human girl would want that.”

“A dead what?”

Saphron sighs. “You know Jaune, how are you expecting to even talk to this human woman if you don’t even know the basic things about this planet?”

“I’ll get to that part later! Don’t rush me!” “Jaune groaned out, rolling his eyes. “Can’t you just tutor me on English more! Please!”