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so i have another discord server.  this time for tfp appreciation in general. yeet yo afts on in here

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Villain Starters

For your villainous needs.

Trigger and content warnings for violence, death, and implications of torture.

"You will do as I say."

"Leave the thinking to me."

"I will obey your orders."

"What do you ask of me?"

"Burn it all to the ground."

"I will take what is yours."

"Do not test me."

"You dare defy me?!"

"I have friends in high places."

"Next time I won't be as forgiving."

"I failed you, forgive me."

"I accept the punishment for failure."

"What would you have me do to them?"

"Name your price. I will gladly pay it."

"I am your loyal servant."

"Leave no survivors."

"Let them feel our might."

"I have brought you a prisoner."

"Your loyalty deserves a reward."

"If you betray me, I will make you regret it."

"I won't kill you. Death would be a mercy."

"You will not receive mercy."

"My orders were to not kill you. That doesn't mean that I won't hurt you."

"You are merely a pawn."

"Bow to me!"

"I only want what is best for everyone."

"What news do you bring me?"

"I will not tolerate disobedience!"

"You belong to me."

"Freedom is not an option."

"Follow your orders."

"We need to set an example."

"I will not spare them."

"Make them regret their choice."

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Oof. Sorry to hear that ratchet. Didn’t know cybertronians sold their kids. Your folks would be disappointed to know you’re worth more than they sold you for, that’s for sure.

To be fair they wouldn’t want much to do with me now.  I don’t remember much about them but I’m pretty sure they’d feel threatened by me.

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Is there anyone or anything that you two would never hurt and actually treat like a valuable member of society/family? I imagine that if you two had a sparkling you’d treat them well, but since you don’t it just made me wonder if there was something else.

If we were to have a sparkling, we would protect it with our lives, unless it turned out to want to be a Decepticon. In which case... We could no longer associate. But if the kid were to stick with us, we could definitely treat it as an equal.

We also treat most Autobots fairly, in our opinions. We bring them no harm unless provoked. Outside of our own, not so much.

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So wheeljack’s folks are cool with ratchet, but what about ratchets folks?

My creators don't even know I'm theirs. They sold me to the system when I was young. They don't know I'm even alive, and the designation I go by currently is not the one they gave me. Meaning... They have no feelings on Wheeljack.

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She narrowed her optics at him. The damn drug made it very difficult to move, but she still tried to pull her helm away.

"Oh no, sweetspark, you've gotta help me before I let ya out of this," Wheeljack said in a soft tone, forcing her to look back into his warm red optics. "I really don't want to have Ratchet crack you open and take a look at your drives, but you know enough about energon to where you can help me purify those crystals we found. Who knows, if you're really good I might give ya a cut of it." No, he wouldn't, but he could say he would. "I really would rather not hurt ya, but that decision is up to you."

Scorch peered through the branches of the thick bushes, close to the ground and hand on her pistol. She had noticed there was someone new, just who though, she wasn’t sure. ((SG preferred))

Wheeljack was scouting for energon, a task he did on the regular in order to fuel what recycled energon couldn’t.  He gazed at his scanner, red optics alight with hunger.  He picked up an energon signature, but not one of raw energon…

one of another individual.

“Show yourself,” he purred out, his deep voice echoing through the trees.  His servo turned to his hand canon, ready to strike.  “I’m only asking this once.”  He stored his scanner on his hip, a dark smirk on his face.

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Wheeljack moved right in front of her and tilted her face to look at him. "I won't hurt ya, provided you help me," he said. "I may be a bad mech, but I have a certain level of hospitality towards my guests who assist me." He smirked. "I'm not all that bad sweetspark."

Scorch peered through the branches of the thick bushes, close to the ground and hand on her pistol. She had noticed there was someone new, just who though, she wasn’t sure. ((SG preferred))

Wheeljack was scouting for energon, a task he did on the regular in order to fuel what recycled energon couldn’t.  He gazed at his scanner, red optics alight with hunger.  He picked up an energon signature, but not one of raw energon…

one of another individual.

“Show yourself,” he purred out, his deep voice echoing through the trees.  His servo turned to his hand canon, ready to strike.  “I’m only asking this once.”  He stored his scanner on his hip, a dark smirk on his face.

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Wheeljack cast a glance at Ratchet, then dragged her off to the 'fun' room where he kept his 'guests'. Inside, two of the walls were lined with shelves of torture devices and instruments that should only ever be used to heal, and the other two were lined with stasis cuffs and chains to secure prisoners. Everything looked like the pictures that showed up on the data net every once in a while to scare people.

Ratchet followed as she was secured. Wrists were bound, legs bound, torso bound. "Get comfortable sweetspark, this is far preferable to Ratchet's medical slab," Wheeljack purred. "And believe me, I've been tied up here and tied up to his medical slab. He's not very kind in his own territory." He cast a glance at his conjunx, who only smirked proudly.

Scorch peered through the branches of the thick bushes, close to the ground and hand on her pistol. She had noticed there was someone new, just who though, she wasn’t sure. ((SG preferred))

Wheeljack was scouting for energon, a task he did on the regular in order to fuel what recycled energon couldn’t.  He gazed at his scanner, red optics alight with hunger.  He picked up an energon signature, but not one of raw energon…

one of another individual.

“Show yourself,” he purred out, his deep voice echoing through the trees.  His servo turned to his hand canon, ready to strike.  “I’m only asking this once.”  He stored his scanner on his hip, a dark smirk on his face.

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"What's that sweetspark? I can't hear you when you mumble," Wheeljack asked, happy she'd stopped making... Whatever noises those were. He looked at Ratchet. "Did you frag up her processor...?"

"No dumbaft, she speaks more than one language, clearly," Ratchet huffed. "Not my fault you didn't take note of that when you caught her." He stayed to watch the effects of his substance, watching to see if there was anything to work on.

Scorch peered through the branches of the thick bushes, close to the ground and hand on her pistol. She had noticed there was someone new, just who though, she wasn’t sure. ((SG preferred))

Wheeljack was scouting for energon, a task he did on the regular in order to fuel what recycled energon couldn’t.  He gazed at his scanner, red optics alight with hunger.  He picked up an energon signature, but not one of raw energon…

one of another individual.

“Show yourself,” he purred out, his deep voice echoing through the trees.  His servo turned to his hand canon, ready to strike.  “I’m only asking this once.”  He stored his scanner on his hip, a dark smirk on his face.

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It didn’t stop her from continuing to swear them both out.

Wheeljack smirked. "Ya might wanna save your energy, we're not ones to expend excess energy on impudent guests," he advised.

Ratchet found a port on her arm and injected her with the substance. "You'll start to feel tired soon," he noted. "It conserves energon in a bot's system, at the cost of their awareness. We're working out the kinks in that." He smiled, almost proudly.

Scorch peered through the branches of the thick bushes, close to the ground and hand on her pistol. She had noticed there was someone new, just who though, she wasn’t sure. ((SG preferred))

Wheeljack was scouting for energon, a task he did on the regular in order to fuel what recycled energon couldn’t.  He gazed at his scanner, red optics alight with hunger.  He picked up an energon signature, but not one of raw energon…

one of another individual.

“Show yourself,” he purred out, his deep voice echoing through the trees.  His servo turned to his hand canon, ready to strike.  “I’m only asking this once.”  He stored his scanner on his hip, a dark smirk on his face.

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Wheeljack smirked. "She's a bit feisty, but I'm sure she'll calm down." He gazed at her. "Guess I'll have to show you to your room, eh?" he asked, very slightly mockingly.

Ratchet pulled out a substance. "I'll be sedating you if you don't stop making all of these beastly sounds," he threatened, far less warmly than Wheeljack was.

Scorch peered through the branches of the thick bushes, close to the ground and hand on her pistol. She had noticed there was someone new, just who though, she wasn’t sure. ((SG preferred))

Wheeljack was scouting for energon, a task he did on the regular in order to fuel what recycled energon couldn’t.  He gazed at his scanner, red optics alight with hunger.  He picked up an energon signature, but not one of raw energon…

one of another individual.

“Show yourself,” he purred out, his deep voice echoing through the trees.  His servo turned to his hand canon, ready to strike.  “I’m only asking this once.”  He stored his scanner on his hip, a dark smirk on his face.

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Reblog if your muse suffers from frequent nightmares. 

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Wheeljack had no difficulty dragging her through the ground bridge, smirking triumphantly. "Welcome home," he purred.

The place they'd landed did indeed look just like any regular Cybertronian home. There was furniture, lighting, and decorations like any other place. All part of the deception.

Ratchet soon appeared, ground bridge control in his servo. "You finally got one, huh?" he asked, looking at his conjunx. "About time."

"Don't fear Ratch, she's no ordinary catch, we're gonna be treating her well," Wheeljack explained, which brought a nod from Ratchet.

Scorch peered through the branches of the thick bushes, close to the ground and hand on her pistol. She had noticed there was someone new, just who though, she wasn’t sure. ((SG preferred))

Wheeljack was scouting for energon, a task he did on the regular in order to fuel what recycled energon couldn’t.  He gazed at his scanner, red optics alight with hunger.  He picked up an energon signature, but not one of raw energon…

one of another individual.

“Show yourself,” he purred out, his deep voice echoing through the trees.  His servo turned to his hand canon, ready to strike.  “I’m only asking this once.”  He stored his scanner on his hip, a dark smirk on his face.

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Wheeljack chucked. "I do get fucked quite often, no need for your wishes for me," he said. "I can handle that just fine on my own." He looked over his shoulder as the ground bridge opened. "Come now, I'd hate to waste any more time and energon." He dragged her with him, knowing Ratchet would be beyond pleased.

Scorch peered through the branches of the thick bushes, close to the ground and hand on her pistol. She had noticed there was someone new, just who though, she wasn’t sure. ((SG preferred))

Wheeljack was scouting for energon, a task he did on the regular in order to fuel what recycled energon couldn’t.  He gazed at his scanner, red optics alight with hunger.  He picked up an energon signature, but not one of raw energon…

one of another individual.

“Show yourself,” he purred out, his deep voice echoing through the trees.  His servo turned to his hand canon, ready to strike.  “I’m only asking this once.”  He stored his scanner on his hip, a dark smirk on his face.

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Are there any humans you do hang out with? I would imagine you’d enjoy people who interrogate for a living.

No, humans get in the way of what we do. Wouldn't mind bringing one in to experiment with one day though.

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Info on the mechs

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I did a thing with info on sg!Wheeljack over on main (ask-drunk-wheeljack), but I figured I’d move some info over here, and I’ll do a thing for Ratchet as well.  The really messed up stuff is under the cut since some of this content is very dark; I’ll have the darker stuff at the end so that you can read the basics without having to read the dark/nasty stuff if you’d not like to.

CW: drugs/alcohol mention, abuse mentions, violence/gore, dubcon/noncon mention, nsfw at the end (will be separated)

Wheeljack:

Wheeljack grew up quite well off.  His creators took decent care of him, albeit distantly.  He was never given very much emotional closeness, which caused him to be a very emotionally distant individual himself.  He still has a decent relationship with them, but they know very little about what he does.

He wasn’t always awful.  He was betrayed by someone who he considered a brother, being told he was “too soft for the cause”.  He vowed with all of his spark to never be too soft for the cause again.

He is a hitman and deals some drugs on the side, as well as selling parts from his victims.  He does a bit of science on the side.

He has been to medical school and has a medical degree

He will play your mind, either for fun or to get information about his next victim.  If he’s playing for fun, you’re screwed.  Because if you become wise to his twisted game, you join his victims in the scrap heap.

His methods of killing are varied, but normally he befriends the victim and asks them to come over.  Usually he’ll play a bit before he finishes them (he has a torture room in his base of operation, Ratchet runs a torture room in the basement), but if he’s pressed for time he usually tears out their vocalizer and tears out their spark.  Everything else is Ratchet’s doing.

He met Ratchet during his time selling spare parts from his victims.  They hit it off pretty well and started “dating”.  Basically, they were business partners who interfaced and recharged together.

He is conjunx with Ratchet, but has no real ties to him.  he likes him well enough but often pursues (one sided) relationships with others.  Not out of love, but because he can.

He and Ratchet can hardly be considered “lovers”.  They merely have an unwritten contract that they don’t turn each other in, ever, nor do they kill each other.  They bail each other out, but at a great cost.  They are fairly regularly experimenting on each other while the other is in recharge.  They don’t have to trust each other; they know full well what’s happening but revel in each other’s sickness.

He gives off a warm aura, which causes people to trust him.  Since he makes so much money in his business, he has the money to buy them drinks or spot them when needed.

His voice is deep from his chest, warm, and has a very hypnotic quality to it.  If he’s particularly determined to gain someone’s trust, he’ll speak more slowly and smoothly, which can often send his victims into a bit of a trance.

He thrives off of having power over others.  Some of why he loves his job so much.

Ratchet:

Ratchet had a far worse background than Wheeljack.  His parents sold him to an institution when he was the human equivalent of 10 years old or so, when the Autobot regime banned having more than two sparklings per couple unless they were given up to the cause.  They were short on money and he was the child that gave them the most trouble.  Little did they know that this “trouble” was what would lead him to be the greatest and worst doctor of the cause.

Ratchet was experimented on by medics and scientists: he was starved, then overfed, a few organs were replaced with stronger ones to see if it would make him grow faster, he was given high grade, and then nearly raw, dirty energon.  He was in constant, excruciating pain.

He managed to escape by sheer chance.  he sneaked out and ran for his life.  By this point he was the equivalent of an older teenager.

He met Wheeljack and after teaming up with him, was able to take the time to become a medic.  During his time in medical school, he took notes of the darker side of medicine

He proposed to Wheeljack that he take Wheeljack’s victims and... run some tests.  just a few tests.  

He now runs a whole operation in their location’s basement, experimenting on captives and making great medical advancements.  He has been essential to the cause with his discoveries.

General stuff:

Their location is unknown to even superior Autobot officers.  Wheeljack frequently trades intel for cloaking devices that he supercharges.  They are in one of the most secret of locations known on Cybertron.

Their home looks completely normal when you walk in.  You’d never guess a thing.

They have an untraceable ground bridge that opens right inside their home.  They’ve programmed their ground bridge to use codes for coordinates rather than numbers, which means even if someone were to see the ground bridge log, they would never understand what they were looking at.

They are both equipped with devices that scramble their signals, which makes their unique energy signatures unidentifiable when they are out and about in risky situations.  It takes significant energon to shield them like that though, and it’s only really used in con territory.  Ratchet doesn’t show up as any unique signature due to his use of synthen, but the sythen shows up on some sensors, which means he’s instantly identifiable.

Both have normal day jobs: Wheeljack is a scientist, Ratchet is a medic

it shields their operations by looking like completely normal citizens.

The really fragged up stuff **there is some dark and potentially triggering stuff here, proceed at your own risk**

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Wheeljack and Ratchet, as mentioned before, can hardly be considered lovers.  They have made a habit of opening each other up and taking innermost energon from each other’s sparks.  It’s an experiment they are both running, to see who can obtain complete control of the other first.

Wheeljack’s favorite method of torture is tearing plating from mesh.  He starts with basic plating, then moves to more vital plating, such as that which covers the spark chamber.  He may even take out and play with the individual’s spark.

He likes teasing in wires to see if there’s any sensors that might do something.  for science, amirite...? 

Ratchet enjoys taking out his victim’s spark and rewriting information on their drives, and asking them about their past life.  He loves to watch them strain to remember loved ones and memories that he’s blurred through rewriting their drives.

This has lead to the wiping of drives from criminal bots and rewiring them to only serve the cause.  And that folks is how Wheeljack and Ratchet double handedly abolished Cybertron’s Autobot prisons.

While both dabble in synthen, Ratchet fuels himself entirely on synthen.  It takes away any fear or sympathy he has left in his spark, and he keeps himself that way.  Not that he had much to begin with.

Wheeljack and Ratchet, when appearing before the Autobot high council, act as if they are a perfect couple.  They will frequently hold each other’s servos at events, hug, kiss, and even lean on each other once in a while.  They are portrayed as the model couple.

At home however... they frequently degrade each other, yell at each other, and even hit each other.  

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NSFW (CW: noncon/dubcon mentions, just some really fucked up stuff):

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Interfacing is very one sided for them.  They are constantly struggling to control each other in the act.

Wheeljack’s torture room is full of tools that go from torture weapons to kink toys in seconds.

the kinkiest boys.  that’s just how it is

Noncon is very common for both of them.  Wheeljack has had all of his motor systems disabled before, while fully aware, while Ratchet uses him for pleasure.  Wheeljack’s favorite way to force Ratchet is to keep him in forced recharge while he has his ways.

They both enjoy wound fucking.  End of story

Ratchet collects spikes and valves from his victims and preserves them to use as toys (my friend came up with this)

E-stim is very common between them, as is heavy bondage.  There is also a lot of master/slave play between them.

Ratchet enjoys tying Wheeljack up and shoving obscenely large or foreign objects into Wheeljack’s valve.The largest thing he’s ever managed is two servos at once.  His valve tore very badly after that one.

Both get off on their victims begging them to stop hurting them.  They often interface with their victims, sometimes as they dismember them.  Wheeljack usually forces the victim to give him oral pleasure (since he absolutely loves oral pleasure) and Ratchet usually fucks their valve.

Wheeljack is the more likely of the two to bring home someone else to interface with, since Ratchet can usually get what he wants from his experiments.  However, if one of them brings home someone to frag with, a threesome or being watched by the other is guaranteed.  Especially if Wheeljack brings home the individual in question.  He gets off on being eaten out or sucked off while Ratchet pounds their valve.