Smeargle Stories

History didn't end with a grand curtain call when the Beast of the Land cast down the Great Whale of the Seas. It choked as rivers boiled over and evergreen groves shriveled up. Cities of old sank into red dust, scorched by the merciless sun. They were waiting for closure, but there was no finale as centuries passed. Life finds a way, as it always does. The Glass Walkers, a tribe of hardened nomads riding across the ocean of dunes, stumble into a cub, speaking in tongues, lost to the sands all alone. Perhaps it was fate. Perhaps one final joke to mock the survivors down on their luck with yet another mouth to feed. For as the traditions demanded, no orphan is to be left behind. A blessing? A burden? Only time will tell. What is one fragile soul against a withering world?

Loyalty. Such a strange word. Do you have it? Or are you disloyal?

Her home is also her prison. Her guardian is also her master. Her chores are also her servitude. Her punishments are also her torture. Her life is also her hell. Her mistake is also her chance. ~*~ I do not own Pokèmon. I only own my OC's and the plot.

Waking up in New Bark Town with nothing to her name but her gear, five Pokeballs, and a loyal Unown, a young woman wanders throughout the Kanto and Johto regions, challenging the Gyms and becoming her own person and her own Trainer, in a familiar yet distinct world like no other journey seen before.

A story about a Pokémon Heartgold game play. Bored one March 4th. By the way, in case you do not like any semi-swear words, there is the word hell in this story.

A small forest is filled with Pokemon who had originally been humans, but nobody knows how or why they are there! Join Kirlia and his friends as they travel atop a Torterra and seek to find answers to their amnesia and transformation. All rights to Pokémon belong to Nintendo Corporation, I own nothing and use the characters and content purely for recreation. This is a nonprofit fanfiction and should be treated as such

There was a boy named Picasso that loved pokemon. But thanks to a mysterious man in his video game, Picasso's is a pokemon himself! And he realizes the world of Pokemon is much different than what the video games say. He follows a group of pokemon willing to help him figure out why he became a pokemon. And on the journey, Picasso finds beauty and harmony among the world of chaos.

Some of my personal Pokémon head canons! Also, while I know most people are going to be respectful and reasonable, just a reminder that these head canons are opinions, and no one is going to have the exact same opinions about everything! Keep disagreements civil and respectful please. I don't own any of the characters or Pokemon, those belong to GameFreak and Nintendo, and the fan art belongs to their artists.

Chelsea (Or Y/N) moves to the Alolan Region for a new school year with her few unique Pokémon. Follow her on a journey as she gets dragged into the adventures of the Alolan Region. Major disclaimer: Chelsea will get together with NO ONE unless said otherwise, which it probably won't. Cover made by me. Pokémon belongs to Nintendo, the original creator of the show. Chelsea/the Reader belongs to me. The events follow the story and dialogue. I created this story as there were no reader inserts for the Alolan Region in the Pokemon fanfictions so I decided to make this. This is my first story!

Jay is a normal human being until she wakes up... well... not human. She soon finds out that she is now a shiny Smeargle. One thing: She hates the Pokémon! Along the way she meets all new friends, joins their group, learns how to fit in, and even enjoy it all. Can she learn to live with her new life? Or after everything will she still want to return to her old life as a human? (Note: I don't own Pokémon, I only own the story, my OC's and I will give credit to my friends where credit is due. Thank you, I hope you enjoy!)