Deviser (Podcast)
Devil
by Trin (ssjtrinity)
Dad knew he'd failed with humans.Dad did not know he'd succeeded somewhere else.
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Deviser (Podcast)
by Trin (ssjtrinity)
Dad knew he'd failed with humans.Dad did not know he'd succeeded somewhere else.
Deviser (Podcast)
Deviser (Podcast)
by rianitida
It was a data storage, a note left behind to show that humanity had once existed on a planet called Earth.Until it wasn't.
Deviser (Podcast)
by SaltedCaramelChaos
The boy mutters something into Son's shoulder, too quiet to make out— except for the word "name".
Deviser (Podcast)
by enlee
There are so many stars. There are clusters and lines, scattered and spanned all across the night sky. Above is the largest of them all—one that is round and dappled grey and shining. The moon, he thinks, hung right up beside the stars. The stars, real and in view. There are too many to count, stretching off into that black-blue beyond, the same one that Dad had said Phaedo resided within. — or: son watches the stars and thinks of how he got here.
Deviser (Podcast)
by DippleDop
Son, Kid, and Dog have escaped onto the surface of this barren planet, giving Son time to process the events of the past day. ——— If any Deviser fans actually find this, then you are a trooper for coping with the fandoms lack of fics lol
Deviser (Podcast)
Deviser (Podcast)
by SaltedCaramelChaos
“Why are your teeth different than mine?”, Nine asks curiously.
Deviser (Podcast)
by BluestDay
It takes a couple tries before Dad gets his son right.
Deviser (Podcast)
Deviser (Podcast)
by SaltedCaramelChaos
Nine sits up, rubbing his eyes. Eight points to the beautiful, infinite, starlit sky. “Whoaaa,” Nine breathes.
Deviser (Podcast)
by merdeeokercee
“Stars are bleeding lights that dot the infinite cradle of space. They are full of devastating heat that, in small doses, can bring about gentle warmth that blankets the skin and comforts the soul. But, most interestingly, Son- you are made of stars. We all are.”