Crying laughing at “feast, my children” turns out we find quints absolutely delicious and our stomachs can digest them just fine. In fact they’re good for you. Surprise! We’re a bioengineered self-replicating super weapon to combat the quints! Things in that verse take a TURN lmao.
If Unicron is dad, then Rung (Primus) is everyone’s uncle???
In a MTMTE crossover world where this is known, Rung gets adopted as Uncle Rung and is startled but delighted by this. Unicron is so mad about it, but a little bit grudgingly thinks we’re cute. And it’s fun dangling his eight billion kids tauntingly in front of Primus.
Also we are children of chaos, and befriending the giant alien robot cousins and the uncle that our dad hates IS, to be fair, the most chaotic choice we could make 🤣 Dadcron annoyed but kind of proud we’re winning at six dimensional chess here without even trying
Humans being a bio-weapon against the quinnts is a very intriguing idea. Humans compared to Cybertronians and assumably the quinntessons also, reproduce scarily fast. So I can see it being technically viable!
Uncle Rung got reversed adopted. Humanity took one look at him and said yep you're my friend now! (We're getting soft tacos later! *jingle plays*) I also just have this image of Unicron flipping off Primus while he's just absolutely covered in humans. Like, “Yeah I got more kids than you, go fuck yourself.”
Aaaaah the paradox of being the evil chaos god dad. Wanting your children to do chaos your way but by them doing it their own- even the opposite way is making it more objectively chaotic. XD
What if Unicron was a good father, the fanfiction!
Linked on ao3 here.
First chapter below the cut!
“Do you know me, follower of Primus?” He grins, even as he feels an odd tear of old pain in his spark at the thought of his detested brother. His avatar on the surface coalesces and forms itself, a manifestation of Unicron’s very will.
Finally.
Finally.
Unicron had felt himself stirring for the past several rotations of this solar system. It was the very presence of the matrix in this little Prime that finally turned this spark into a flare of consciousness.
“Unicron, the chaos bringer." The little Prime’s servos clench, shoulders square as he utters his Epithet.
“Good.” Unicorns croons, then erupts. He shrugs off boulders like pebbles, emerges from the mineral, veins of ores as easy as taking a life.
“Now know me as Unicron, your destroyer!”
Unicron charges at the new Prime. How much time has passed if this is a Prime? He’s not one of the original thirteen. Just how long had he been slumbering from the blow of his brother and traitorous thirteen Nephews and Nieces?
Unicron toys with the Prime, a few blows the Prime barely dodges, a test of his abilities. If Unicron wanted this Prime dead at that moment he simply would be. But Unicron wants vengeance!
It was Unicron who struck the first blow against the Quintessons. When Primus did not want to risk a fight to disturb his precious order, Unicron the chaos bringer threw the Quintesson’s galactic empire into disarray!
Then the Prime does something completely unexpected.
He disarms himself
“I humbly request your ear, lord Unicron.”
This…
Gives him pause.
It’s such a chaotic decision from the disciple of order that Unicron feels a flicker of interest despite himself.
“And what would a Prime be so compelled to say to me?”
“I make this appeal not for myself, but for this planet of which you constitute and the beings who inhibit it. Humankind relies upon you, for life, for sustenance. Your resurrection will only result in the destruction of a species which evolved from the seeds of your very greatness.”
Unicron’s avatar made of the rock of this terrestrial planet, his planet, stills in deep thought.
All at once several subroutines that had been running and influencing the planet and anything within his gravitational pull while he was offline are brought to the front of his processor. Subroutines dedicated to chaos, to combatting his detested creators and then his traitor brother, to survival by any means necessary, to make sense of the chaos in ways only Unicron could. Unicron sees how these subroutines could result in life over time.
Indeed.
As he continues to spread his consciousness not just in this area but across his whole being he is met with such a riot of life it nearly startles this avatar into collapsing to form a landslide!
What…
What chaoticness!
His intake ticks up into a smirk.
“This humankind of which you speak, you consider them my progeny?
“Indeed.”
Another pause.
A word, one of anger to describe his righteous fury at the idea that while he languished, diminished and betrayed, these creatures thrived off of him! He nearly calls this ‘humanity’ parasites!
But…
While Unicron seethes over the betrayal of the former primes, the juxtaposition of the incredible loyalty this Prime shows to Unicron’s apparent progeny is so stark his mighty processor derails his anger as he tries to make sense of it.
“And you, agent of Order, advocate for them?”
“I do.” The Prime is wary-as he should be-but calming himself as Unicron listens. Almost to spite him and teach him to never let his guard down in the face of a god, Unicron airily entertains the thought of shooting the Prime and damning this planet regardless of his piqued interest, but…
But that’s what is expected of Unicron, isn’t it? .
Impulsive destruction.
And what was chaos if not defying expectations?
Unicron was now ostensibly a creator.
Unbelievably, Unicron felt a swell of amusement. Its a terribly bizarre notion. Once upon a time, he had tried himself to create life, the way his brother had. He had never succeeded and it contributed greatly to the divide as Unicron lashed out in the aftermath of that failure, refusing to admit his disappointment, his loneliness. His hands were not meant for creation. And Yet. These creatures had been opportunists, but were undoubtedly a result of the ambient subroutines he had run while unconscious. The Prime was right.
Unicron.
The Chaos Bringer.
Responsible for creating life.
What utter chaos!
“Show me.” Unicron demands. Now that this possibility has been raised in his mind the novelty has seized him. It has seized his curiosity, his imagination, It has seized emotions such as wonder that he had not even known existed in his dark spark!
Unicron could wander the surface and look himself, but he liked the idea of a Prime at his beck and call. And his surface, where these things supposedly reside, was such a small part of the overall planet, and his sensors were still onlining. Additionally, he was to put this Prime to the test. Did he really care for the creations of the chaos-bringer? How would he present these humans? Would he try to shelter them from a perceived threat such as Unicron? Or would he offer one up as a sacrifice?
The Prime’s optics widen.
“If you know these humans so that you advocate for them in the face of me, then you shall bring one to me. Go, herald of order. You have one turn of my planet to return to this very location before I lose my patience.”
With that, Unicron allows his avatar to crash to the surface in a mighty tumble of rock, the cascade of chaotic noise the gavel to his divine decree.
Forsythia is one of the last Valyrian dragons on Earth.
'But gods damn it why does he have to be like this?' Forsy wanted to scream so badly. But the thought of being the last few of Unicron's offspring holds their tongue. There were only so many of them after Massacre.
They understand why she is so protective of his remaining children. They know the pain of losing a child and they know very well why he's reluctant to open the door.
But one can dream of the starry skies for so long until they crave the real thing.
Unicron nailed the environment to the T. But the sky was always wrong.
5 years ago, they never thought that would be the last time they could look up at the stars.
5 years ago the Cybertronians had brought their civil war to Earth. Along with those damned Quintessons.
When the Decepticons failed. The Quintessons certainly made greater effort to conquer Earth.
While the Great Dying killed off 90% of all life on Earth, the Quintessons were far more efficient.
But not enough.
They certainly got the surprise of their lives when Unicron killed them all.
Now here they were. Inside of father dearest's very own spark chamber. Or the equivalent of it at least.
They've been stuck inside since the Quintessons started their massacre. They are stuck and very restless.
Unfortunately for Forsythia (and Miko), Unicron is still not ready to let them out.
Been thinking about your unicron dad posts lately and this AU came to mind so I thought I’d share
Human!sparkeater AU
The spark is the only organic/ organic adjacent “organ” a cybertronian has
This would explain why life would pop up on earth, all of these organic lifeforms are offshoots of his spark.
This has been going on for so long that they don’t “take” any aspect of his spark anymore, they’ve completely separated by now
However, this means that organic life forms can eat a spark. Anything from a little ant to a human could hypothetically try to eat it
This would also tie into unicrons whole world eater thing as they would be able to incorporate cybertronians into the circle of life against their will
No clue how a spark would taste but honestly it’s hilarious to think that it’s somehow the most delicious and juicy thing known in the universe. Miko wouldn’t even bother trying to resist, but the other tfp humans would definitely have to hold back if they ever saw one unprotected for whatever reason
I could definitely see one of the autobots casually saying something like “haven’t seen (random decepticon) around for a while” as raph or someone would be trying their hardest to keep Miko quiet
I bet unicron would be so proud at creating a world of sparkeaters, he’d want to sic them on the universe so badly and has to deal with the autobots earning his little scraplets sympathy and unintentionally causing them to resist/ignore their whole sparkeating capabilities
Firstly, peak ask. 🙌 This is a really interesting idea.
Secondly, I like to imagine sparks are an essential part of terran’s diet or more specifically a human one. The reason they have such a short life span compared to their robot cousins is that humans die from a sort of spark deficiency. Like one might get sick or die if they didn't consume all the necessary nutrients. A Cybertronian spark is essentially for humans to thrive and for them to pupate into their true form.
Here's a rough sketch of what I imagine it looks like:
Edit: This is the updated version of their design! Thanks to a lovely gift on ao3 I have decided to post it earlier. The assorted new lore that comes with it will have its on post when I finish the Messagener art.
If any animal could eat a spark, picture a group of morally questionable transformers getting tons of hungry animals then just letting them run free in the Nemesis. The absolute carnage that would ensue would be legendary.
As for what a spark might taste like? Hmm it definitely would be very juicy. I imagine it has the consistency of something like hard ice cream with a semi-thick outer shell that's made of apples that's also somehow flaky. The taste would be ✨electric ✨ to say the least but also be sweet but not too sweet. Really thinking about it I can also see the core being thick and gooey.
Damn, I want to eat a spark now. 🤤
I feel like the first bot Miko would eat is Hardshell. There's not a lot of situations I can think of where Miko could reasonably get access to a spark before this. Plus it's just more dramatic.
After Miko had shot down Hardshell instead of dying he's just severely injured with his spark casing completely broken and the spark just out in the open. The girl flies over to (dinner) the insecticon, then gets out of the ship to finish the job. However, when she climbs up onto his chassis getting close to his spark she's hit with an overwhelming wave of HUNGER. Then poor Wheeljack has to watch on in abject terror as his pseudo-daughter eats a bot’s being alive right in front of him. Of course afterwards Miko evolves in an extremely bloody and gory way into her true form.
After experiencing the most traumatic event in his entire very long life and blowing up those insecticons he heads back to base where he has to awkwardly explain what had happened.
Or in a different scenario; Miko didn't evolve and just got a lot stronger. She needs to eat more sparks to truly evolve. Wheeljack doesn't say anything about this to the Autobots as he doesn't want anything bad to happen to Miko and he really doesn't want to cross her. Of course if I did some fanfic writing magic Miko could eat a spark before the end of season one so Unicron can praise Miko. That would be funny.
I can imagine he also has his own versions of primes; but instead of them being all serious and virtuous they're loud, chaotic, all over the place generally, and a bit of murder goblins.
Unicorn wants his little parasites to ravage the universe in their wake but they got bonked in the head with the morality stick. He would be sooooo pissed about this. So for now he will think of a plan to “fix’ this and encourage the resident insane girly to cause problems.
Beta read by @a-non-ymouswriter expect for the art text because I forgot.
I Like the idea of Unicron being a dad or progenitor for the humanity (Considering that many people always forget that in Prime, Unicron is Earth and they don't mention it), but, If you do some research and explore TFWiki, you'll find that in one Transformers universe, instead of being Unicron and Primus the entities, there are three, that gonna be Unicron, Primus and Gea (Gaea, Gaia, I don't know the official name), the two entities of Caos and Order, and Gaia, who is the entity of balance.
I don't know, but a fanfic about Gea being the sister of the calm with his humans seeing the war of cybertronians and tolerate them because they are sons of Primus (her brother) and reclaim to Unicron when this come for eat his body (the planet Earth)
Or the fanfic would be about Earth being a neutral entity that just intervenes when his children (humans) are in danger (I have some writings about a community in the galaxy is at war with a galaxy-devouring parasite that is dormant and divided into several stars or celestial bodies, the Earth is important for much reasons and more lore that I'm not gonna end to tell every)
If there are grammatical errors, I apologize; English is not my first language.
