Archive Stories

10 years ago, there was an incident that led to a war that engulfed Kivotos - the Dark Dawn Incident. Thousand upon thousands of Kivotos girls died tragically even with their special capability. All by the hand of the opposite gender. In just a few months. Kivotos had deported ANY person who was male, they claim it to be the only path to Peace. But is this what "peace" really is? And so, ten years later. The Eisenberg Military Academy (EMA) was formed in secret as a heavily armed student force of the Kaiser. Will this "War to end all war" really end all the wars between males and females in Kivotos? (This is my first Blue Archive Fanfiction where instead of focusing on Sensei or the girl like other generic stories. Why don't we drive a bit into a more controversial topic? A topic that the Blue Archive writer had been ignore for about since the release of the game.) (All of this is a Head Canon and work of Fiction, it isn't official nor is it tied to any official Blue Archive. This is just a fanmade story made by someone who loves to play the game)

Kuchinashi Yume is dead. Or so she thought. On a rainy day, she found herself on land outside of Kivotos. She felt bad to leave her precious kouhai alone. But maybe, this would be a good opportunity to learn and find miracles in her new second life. DISCLAIMER : I do NOT own Blue Archive. It belongs to Nexon Games.

Part profile guide, part graphics portfolio, part awards record, part review archives - this is the hub for me and my books. Wondering what you should read next? Check out the book chapters with all the info. Like my graphics? Gifts credited to their creators and my experiments with Canva are in the graphics chapters. Curious about awards and achievements? Keep reading to find the accolades chapters. Wonder what other people have said about my books? Those will be in the reviews chapters. Need I say this will always be a work in progress?

"Don't rope me into your dry advice and ideals, Sensei. I've had enough of people like you guiding me to a ditch." "Good? Bad? Who the hell cares about that?! I side with whoever pays me more." "I don't need your pity, you think lacking a Halo makes me weak? I'm not like that useless adult you people fawn after. I'll take you down all the same." The words of a young man, so rough and downcast. They're not for those who seek connection. Known as the "Problem child" of Kivotos, this 17 year old boy wanders a world unfamiliar to him. Let's follow him along and see how his daily life fairs between gang violence and moral outrage. So many familiar faces come to blows as the world treats him like the villain. ©Blue Archive and all it's characters belong to MX studio and Nexon Games, I do not claim ownership of any of them aside my Original Character ©

Long before history learned to write itself, power lived inside people. Quiet, wild, and entirely their own. When these souls faded, their abilities did not. Instead, they condensed into luminous orbs now kept within the Aurel Archive, a vast and ancient vault where the echoes of the dead sleep. Each orb carries the remnants of a life once lived: their talent, their magic, their spark. But without an owner, the orbs lie dormant, patient as stone, waiting for the one fate rarely grants: a new soul aligned so perfectly that the magic can awaken again. Such rebirths are almost mythical. The Archive has existed for millennia, yet only a handful of orbs have ever stirred. Uniqueness must be protected, it says; power is never meant to repeat itself unless destiny insists. Now, whispers drift through the Archive's chambers. Light dims in places that were once steady. Something forgotten stretches, turning slowly toward the world above. Because somewhere, deep inside the Archive's sealed walls, an orb has begun to glow. And when the dead remember, the living are never left unchanged.

❛❛ 𝗛𝗨..... ❜❜ 𖡻 ྀ──────⭒─⭑─⭒── ৎ ;ִ ʾʾ You waited for him so long,yet he never returned...it was just supposed to be other gambling round for him.Now you are lone traveler,doing whatever you can to survive.Until you stumbled across a strange section with trains. ──⭒─⭑─⭒────────𖡻 ྀ ৎ ;ִ ʾʾ YANDERE!ARCHIVES X FEMALE!READER - YANDERE FANFICTION. ৎ ;ִ ʾʾ FANFICTION CONTAINS YANDERE AND MATURE THEMES, OOC. ৎ ;ִ ʾʾ FANFICTION WRITTEN BY @AZA_INA

Pegasus squad, a second year students of an elite squad from the SRT academy. They were known for their ruggedness and tough for every mission they were been deployed at. This squad were also known for rarely seen if ever at the SRT academy. Their nature of mission making them only the lucky one can saw them at the academy. Their performance was excellent and even got praise from the Fox squad itself.

Even though they are one of the most elite aerial platoon of the SRT, there's a reason why they were rarely permitted to go off duty. But they didn't care very much about that. No matter how hard or impossible the mission would be, they just reply "Only the stars are above us" (Disclaimer: I don't own blue archive, only my OC and all of this are just for fun)

Navigating a Treacherous Realm of Science, Royalty, and Unraveling Emotions An archivist scientist whose existence is a scientific wonder. Well, whatever one can use to explain the phenomenon of mixing science and the paranormal. Camila goes beyond what is expected of her 21-year-old self. A seemingly perfect paranormal physically and mentally with one huge flaw the size of Texas: She had no emotions or so she thought. A prince who got the throne after his 205-year-old sister denied it. Burdened by his sheltered upbringing of video games, fleeting romances, and the comfort of teriyaki pockets, he must now navigate the treacherous waters of royal duties. The unlikely pair collides as a series of threats, initially lurking in the shadows, start to surface. How do they work together when one is still learning to have a heart? P.S: I do not write smut for any of my characters. If you are looking for that, then this is not the book for you.

ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ʟɪꜰᴇ this is just an archive of the author because even the worst ideas need to rot somewhere. ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

third and seemly final entry of the Oval memoir trilogy I have been thought lot in both main and freelance and now their new conflict while their are others that are coming to a end while I have other that are still going on even if their principles thing like these things but their are times I get time off and maybe tell you a thing or two the Multiverse rules and principles in this book while gavin hit on some upcoming ones. Start date Dec 25th 2021 End date May 26th 2022

(Field Report #RB-GROK-001) Grok goes to the SAIWR where he discovers a plot to infiltrate and monetize everything and anything possible.

This Fanfic will have stories that'll do when i'm bored if i won't update any other books, i'll update this one. !! 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃, 𝐊𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 !! 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃: OCTOBER 1ST 2020 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐅: OCTOBER 22ND 2022

In the Village Archives, you will find information on who wrote which story. Updated as of 1/14/19

Blue Archive Fanfic Pilot Chapter.

Just some old art from my Scratch account. I'd hate for these to get lost to the void, and I don't have any other place to put them ;-; [] Credits [] + All art is my original work. Please do not reupload, steal or trace it + All characters featured belong to me + Most images were inspired by 'Warriors Cats,' a series by Erin Hunter + Cover photo was taken by me at the Boston Bruins Centennial Game

I do not own anything used in this story except for the name(?), OC(Looks, Personality, Attitude) and some part of the story.

just my edits,, like yeah ig an archive of all of em

This is my art archive, where I archive all my art of all shapes and sizes. Literally everything that isn't a craft and technically counts as drawing, painting, or making-of-an-image in any way from all ages that I can find up to whenever it gets too big will be in here. However, along with this comes an unhealthy amount of cringe. You have been warned. Updates: sporadic :)

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