Hi! I'm Esper (he/him). I've been a super longtime lurker but only recently decided to share my whumpy ideas with everyone. Here you can expect to find all things whump, including my own OC stories!
Warning: This blog is 18+ because I post a lot of things that mention or show gore. Also bc I occasionally nsfw/kinkpost.
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5/24/26: Chapter 4 of my first series, The Dissident, is now available!
Here's some of my preferences in whump. Expect to see these reflected in my current and future works. Please feel free to ask me anything or participate in an ask game!
Whump-specific ask game
Other ask games
Likes
Interrogation
Military/prison whump
Lab whump/medical setting
Sadistic, insane, creepy, intimate whumpers
Multiple whumpers
1st person whumper POV
Torture for fun
Physical torture (always looking for new methods!)
Psychological torture
Dismemberment
Blood, gore, eye gore
Kink shit: BDSM, uniforms, latex, leather, restraints, etc. (it's gonna be obvious where my whump and fetish likes meet)
Yandere/stalker stuff
Dislikes
Female whumpee (if whumper is male)
Writing about sexual activities (including noncon & implied sex) - I sometimes reblog NSFWhump but don't usually enjoy writing it myself
Explicit nudity
Minor whumpee (under 18)
Bodily waste (including vomit)
Whumper turned whumpee
My blog will be centered around a whumper (yes, you read that right) by the name of Justin Li. He's an interrogator and cybernetics engineer for Xenokore Industries, a shadowy paramilitary organization with close ties to an authoritarian regime.
My OC content will be a collection of stories and drabbles relating to the Xenokore Industries alternate history/reality. Not all of them will be directly connected. I hope you'll enjoy this whumpy universe!
Disclaimer: I also don't really know how to use some of tumblr's features lol so I'll see what I can do. This is my first ever non-reblog OC post! I'm really bad at tagging shit too so my blog might seem pretty messy at times.
god ur blog makes me so horny. im scared to dm but I wish I could lowkey share my fantasies and shit and sext with you
Awww thanks! Probably the best compliment a whump/kink/nsfw poster like me could get! Feel free to send me a dm, I don't bite! (OK, maybe I do bite bc that's hot too but I definitely don't judge). I'm into some pretty kinky shit but I usually don't share with the class for fear of scaring my purely whump audience away.
If you're writing anything involving cons, scams, heists, or morally questionable characters who are very good at lying, here are some free resources I've been using for research. Saving you the "why is this in my search history" anxiety.
1. The FBI's Famous Cases & Criminals archive (fbi.gov/history/famous-cases) has detailed breakdowns of real fraud cases, Ponzi schemes, and confidence operations. The language they use is clinical and precise, which is perfect for getting the procedural details right.
2. The FTC Consumer Sentinel Network publishes annual reports on the most common fraud tactics in the US. Great for understanding how modern scams actually work and what makes people fall for them.
3. The Smithsonian's American Art Museum has a free digital collection of forgery case studies. If your character forges documents or art, this is gold.
4. Court Listener (courtlistener.com) is a free legal database where you can read actual court transcripts from fraud trials. Want to know how a real con artist talks under oath? This is where you find out.
5. The Internet Archive's collection of old newspaper crime sections. Search for "confidence man" or "swindle" in papers from the 1920s through 1960s and you'll find incredible real stories that would feel too dramatic for fiction.
Bonus: The Psychology of Fraud section on the Association for Psychological Science website has accessible articles about why people trust, how deception works cognitively, and what makes someone a convincing liar. Essential reading if you want your con artist characters to feel psychologically real.
Reblog to save for later. Your WIP will thank you.
Sprawled on the ground like a ragdoll, a shadow moves over him.
He’s dazed, breath stuttering. His fingers twitch like he’s trying to push himself up — but his arms don't work. They shake under his weight and collapse again.
Someone exhales above him.
Cold and annoyed...
Like he’s an inconvenience for still being alive.
“Didn’t tell you to get up.”
He barely turns his head before the next hit slams into him.
A boot — full force — drives into his ribs with a dull, sickening thud that radiates through the room. His body folds around the impact, a gutted sound breaking out of him.
He coughs once, sharply, fresh blood paints the floor.
He tries to curl inward — instinctively — trying to protect what's left of him, but the boot comes down again, this time into his shoulder, flattening him back out, pinning him down flat.
He gasps.
“Look at me,” the voice growls.
He tries.
His vision blurs.
Half of what he sees is floor...
The other half is darkness seeping in from the edges.
Another hit — a knee, this time — drops into his back, driving the air out of him in one brutal shove. His chest slams into the ground. His forehead collides with the floor with a crack.
He goes still for a second.
Too still.
Someone taps his cheek with the toe of their boot.
“You awake?”
He tries to answer.
Only manages a faint, broken noise — something between a breath and a whimper he didn’t mean to make — It just — falls out of him.
“Thought so.”
The boot lifts.
Then slams down again — His world flashes white... Then black.
Then... nothing.
He goes limp instantly — body limp, face slack, breath silent... besides the the twitch of a one finger, he is completely out.
I'll make an incision and slip it into your chest cavity, then prod around at your organs with it. Imagine feeling the cold metal sliding around in you with zero anesthesia. Maybe if I press down hard enough I can cut little circles out of your organs, just for fun.
thinki☝️ng about... whumpee on their back on the floor with a recently stitched up abdominal wound and whumper kicking them or just. stamping on them. With boots of course
Whumpee is mistakenly tossed into the mass grave while still alive. They hide under the bloated rotting corpses of their friends, trying not to cry out in pain as every movement tears their wounds open more.
Author's note: From here on out I'm gonna be experimenting with different perspectives and tenses for each chapter, so I hope it doesn't confuse you!
TW: needles, drugging, dissociation, hallucination, light gore
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Mark's feeling cocky this morning, as yesterday's interrogation session was almost underwhelming. Almost too easy. Dr Li had called it a “control”, whatever that meant. It was probably nothing important, he reassures himself.
Too bad today will be different, Dr. Li ponders. He calmly observes Mark through the one-way mirror into the grungy examination room. Subject 1468 is noticeably on edge, as one should be whilst strapped to a bloodstained medical chair in a dimly lit cell.
“Yesterday's questioning didn't work out too well, huh?” Mark jokes dryly, trying to break the tension.
“Sure, we'll go with that. That was our control group-” Dr. Li notices the confusion and elaborates. “-a baseline test, so we can see how much more effective our new special treatment is!” He can't help but smirk as the dread visibly blooms beneath his victim's confident facade.
“Oh, don't tell me you forgot about your injections!” he pouts mockingly. “Our staff has been hard at work on our latest truth serum. Isn't that right, Haruka?”
Dr. Osogami materializes from the shadows of the dimly lit room, wielding a menacing syringe in her shiny latex gloved hands. He jumps a little in surprise, to which she flashes a venomous grin. Something else glints back at him from her sleek, dark outfit - the shiny handles of more syringes and a few throwing knives.
Mark shudders at the thought of being perforated by flying blades and needles. “Why can't you just get all you want out of your double agent here?” He tries to sound confident, but she laughs as his voice wobbles.
“I wasn't there for all of it,” she smirks. “After all, you were a very private person. Good on you for keeping a secret - though, I'm sure we'll have plenty of fun ripping it out of ya!” She advances, lazily twirling the syringe.
Dr. Li leans idly in the corner, clutching an old style cassette recorder. “Don't wanna miss the main event!” He presses the record button, but Mark doesn't notice as he's captivated by the swirling blue liquid in the syringe.
“Th-that's for me and the next guy to share, right?” he falters. It's so cute to watch his confidence crumble in real time. Dr. Li is going to clip that morsel from the CCTV feed and play it on repeat when he gets back to his office.
“Nope! You get it all to yourself, 1468. We even brought spares should it wear off too fast. It tends to increase heart rate to the point of failure as a side affect, though.” Dr Li points to a splash of dried blood and viscera dessicated on the ceiling above. “We wouldn't want that again, right?”
Mark's busy visualizing that horrible fountain of guts when a sharp prick in his neck sends fire racing through his veins. Dr. Osogami chuckles as his back arches in agony. “Wow, the new compound is so fast acting. That caught me off guard!” He can barely register her laugh as reality tears itself apart. Her crooked smile is swirling into something inhuman. A monster, even more fearsome than the evil that lurks within the person he used to call a friend.
“Are you scared?” she laughs.
Of course anyone would be scared, strapped to a doctor's chair in a dingy bloodstained cell with two creeps raring to dismantle you, Mark reasons. But I can't give it away--
His train of thought is cut off by her sharp manic laugh. “Oh, but you just did. Gotta watch your mouth a little more closely, hm?”
Shit, it's like they can hear my every thought. Am I saying all that unconsciously!? All that torture resistance training, gone to waste from a single syringe. At least it'd be over soon, right?
“Ah, I love this serum. It's like burrowing inside their brain. Minus the blood and gore, of course!” Dr. Osogami sighs contently.
“Well, not to say the latter wouldn't be enjoyable. Though, it'd be unfortunate to lose them so early on.” Dr. Li laments. “Anyways, plenty of time for violence later. Let's move on: What were you doing in the northern exclusion zone last June?”
His heart stops. How did they know he was there!? It's not like he left anything behind.
Right?
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Mark and Kaitlyn, another Insurgency agent, creep through a hole they'd discreetly cut into the energized fence, connection bridged with jumper cables. 30 minutes, they nod. The radiation detector would tell them when to leave.
Several abandoned office blocks loom in the dark forest ahead. The hairs on his neck prickle at the incessant feeling that he's being watched. His body screams at him to run, but they can't afford to abort this mission. They press on in silence.
Inside, loose papers marked with the old Xenokore Industries logo rustle in the decrepit hallways. They'd been tipped off that some of these papers contained concrete examples of the company's gruesome human experiments. Evidence that could turn the masses against Xenokore and the oppressive Federation government in its grasp. A revolution was well within sight, it just needed a spark.
Something's off, though. He immediately finds a binder labeled Project Aletheia, the rumored truth serum program, right on top of a pile of papers. Other incriminating evidence is also lying out conspicuously. As if they were planted there by someone who knew they were coming.
He whips around to tell Kaitlyn he'd found the papers, but he's greeted with silence. “Kaitlyn?” He calls softly, bile pooling in his throat. Instead, a man's voice trails out of a lighted doorway down another hall.
“T plus one five minutes. Extraction proceeding well, but serum starting to wear off.” Mark follows the disembodied voice, now alone in the windswept hallway of the facility. Kaitlyn was just here! He rounds the doorway but slips on a piece of paper on the linoleum floor and… falls back into the operating chair, those two sick doctors circling him with hungry eyes.
“Give her back to me! You fucking psychos!” he grits out. His muscles spasm uncontrollably as they fight the effects of the serum.
Another prick sends his tumbling back into the foggy haze. He's busy regaining his bearings in the increasingly windy maze and ignores the muffled yelling in the background.
“What the hell did you do that for!? Are you crazy!?” Dr. Li sounds concerned, possibly for the first time ever.
“C'mon! We were just getting to the good part!
“Really? You and I both know that second dose is gonna make his heart explode!”
“And you and I both know he'll develop an immunity immediately after the drug leaves his system. Best to prolong it to get as much out of him as we can.”
“Ohhhkaaayyyy fiiiine. But this one's on you if Aletheia gets cut for being too dangerous.”
The same name as what's on the papers. How ironic, now a victim of the same program he tried to expose, he chuckles in despair as he loses his grip on reality.
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He's out of time. By now the wind of the approaching storm has accelerated to a deafening roar. He plugs the speaker on his radiation detector when it begins to alarm, as flashlights draw closer outside, beams sweeping over the tattered curtains. A backpack of various papers and an unknown bloodstained VHS tape are all he can stuff in his backpack. He watches, dissociated from his own body, as his figure beelines for the stairwell.
In the absence of his past self, he's suddenly more attuned to his surroundings. The distant yells of military personnel are closing in, but so is a second nearby sound. A viscous dripping that wasn't there before is coming from a darkened room to his right. A lump grows in his throat when he steps in the dark crimson pooling in the doorway. The doctors’ frantic bickering fades into the background as the rhythmic rush of blood in his ears crescendos to a cacophony of howling wind.
He gingerly walks towards the sound as his frenzied heartbeat pounds his head, but kicks something in the doorway and everything goes eerily quiet. Looking down, he finds a pale human leg, sock and shoe still attached. Frozen with dread, there's only one thing he can do.
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While writing a whump scene between a whumpee and whumper, do you see yourself more as:
the whumper whumping the whumpee?
the whumpee enduring the whumping?
split equally/ it depends on who the focus of the story is
none/ I don’t feel like the characters I’m writing about
I feel like a 3rd party that has no stake in the whumping/ am watching it unfold
Other (add your thoughts—I’d love to know more about my fellow whump community!)
Voting ended onMay 29
Note: I feel like I tend to take the mindsets of characters for certain scenes as I’m writing but its easier to do for a whumpee. So, for example: “what would whumpee really NOT want whumper to do right now/how can i make this worse for whumpee” is easier to answer for me as a writer writing the whump scenes than “what does whumper want to do/ what does whumper get out of this whumping”. Does this make sense? Idk… i hope so. Feel free to add your thoughts!
When I see myself as a certain character, I want the reader to view the scene the same way. I've been experimenting with a variety of perspectives lately. In the latest chapter of my OC whump story, The Dissident (shameless plug, but I just posted it this morning and I'm really proud lol), the reader assumes the role of a third person observer with access inside my characters' minds.
Though, since I'm kind of a sadist, it shouldn't be surprising that whumper POV is my absolute favorite. I've already decided that the next chapter of my story will be from that perspective, so I'm really excited!
Author's note: From here on out I'm gonna be experimenting with different perspectives and tenses for each chapter, so I hope it doesn't confuse you!
TW: needles, drugging, dissociation, hallucination, light gore
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Mark's feeling cocky this morning, as yesterday's interrogation session was almost underwhelming. Almost too easy. Dr Li had called it a “control”, whatever that meant. It was probably nothing important, he reassures himself.
Too bad today will be different, Dr. Li ponders. He calmly observes Mark through the one-way mirror into the grungy examination room. Subject 1468 is noticeably on edge, as one should be whilst strapped to a bloodstained medical chair in a dimly lit cell.
“Yesterday's questioning didn't work out too well, huh?” Mark jokes dryly, trying to break the tension.
“Sure, we'll go with that. That was our control group-” Dr. Li notices the confusion and elaborates. “-a baseline test, so we can see how much more effective our new special treatment is!” He can't help but smirk as the dread visibly blooms beneath his victim's confident facade.
“Oh, don't tell me you forgot about your injections!” he pouts mockingly. “Our staff has been hard at work on our latest truth serum. Isn't that right, Haruka?”
Dr. Osogami materializes from the shadows of the dimly lit room, wielding a menacing syringe in her shiny latex gloved hands. He jumps a little in surprise, to which she flashes a venomous grin. Something else glints back at him from her sleek, dark outfit - the shiny handles of more syringes and a few throwing knives.
Mark shudders at the thought of being perforated by flying blades and needles. “Why can't you just get all you want out of your double agent here?” He tries to sound confident, but she laughs as his voice wobbles.
“I wasn't there for all of it,” she smirks. “After all, you were a very private person. Good on you for keeping a secret - though, I'm sure we'll have plenty of fun ripping it out of ya!” She advances, lazily twirling the syringe.
Dr. Li leans idly in the corner, clutching an old style cassette recorder. “Don't wanna miss the main event!” He presses the record button, but Mark doesn't notice as he's captivated by the swirling blue liquid in the syringe.
“Th-that's for me and the next guy to share, right?” he falters. It's so cute to watch his confidence crumble in real time. Dr. Li is going to clip that morsel from the CCTV feed and play it on repeat when he gets back to his office.
“Nope! You get it all to yourself, 1468. We even brought spares should it wear off too fast. It tends to increase heart rate to the point of failure as a side affect, though.” Dr Li points to a splash of dried blood and viscera dessicated on the ceiling above. “We wouldn't want that again, right?”
Mark's busy visualizing that horrible fountain of guts when a sharp prick in his neck sends fire racing through his veins. Dr. Osogami chuckles as his back arches in agony. “Wow, the new compound is so fast acting. That caught me off guard!” He can barely register her laugh as reality tears itself apart. Her crooked smile is swirling into something inhuman. A monster, even more fearsome than the evil that lurks within the person he used to call a friend.
“Are you scared?” she laughs.
Of course anyone would be scared, strapped to a doctor's chair in a dingy bloodstained cell with two creeps raring to dismantle you, Mark reasons. But I can't give it away--
His train of thought is cut off by her sharp manic laugh. “Oh, but you just did. Gotta watch your mouth a little more closely, hm?”
Shit, it's like they can hear my every thought. Am I saying all that unconsciously!? All that torture resistance training, gone to waste from a single syringe. At least it'd be over soon, right?
“Ah, I love this serum. It's like burrowing inside their brain. Minus the blood and gore, of course!” Dr. Osogami sighs contently.
“Well, not to say the latter wouldn't be enjoyable. Though, it'd be unfortunate to lose them so early on.” Dr. Li laments. “Anyways, plenty of time for violence later. Let's move on: What were you doing in the northern exclusion zone last June?”
His heart stops. How did they know he was there!? It's not like he left anything behind.
Right?
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Mark and Kaitlyn, another Insurgency agent, creep through a hole they'd discreetly cut into the energized fence, connection bridged with jumper cables. 30 minutes, they nod. The radiation detector would tell them when to leave.
Several abandoned office blocks loom in the dark forest ahead. The hairs on his neck prickle at the incessant feeling that he's being watched. His body screams at him to run, but they can't afford to abort this mission. They press on in silence.
Inside, loose papers marked with the old Xenokore Industries logo rustle in the decrepit hallways. They'd been tipped off that some of these papers contained concrete examples of the company's gruesome human experiments. Evidence that could turn the masses against Xenokore and the oppressive Federation government in its grasp. A revolution was well within sight, it just needed a spark.
Something's off, though. He immediately finds a binder labeled Project Aletheia, the rumored truth serum program, right on top of a pile of papers. Other incriminating evidence is also lying out conspicuously. As if they were planted there by someone who knew they were coming.
He whips around to tell Kaitlyn he'd found the papers, but he's greeted with silence. “Kaitlyn?” He calls softly, bile pooling in his throat. Instead, a man's voice trails out of a lighted doorway down another hall.
“T plus one five minutes. Extraction proceeding well, but serum starting to wear off.” Mark follows the disembodied voice, now alone in the windswept hallway of the facility. Kaitlyn was just here! He rounds the doorway but slips on a piece of paper on the linoleum floor and… falls back into the operating chair, those two sick doctors circling him with hungry eyes.
“Give her back to me! You fucking psychos!” he grits out. His muscles spasm uncontrollably as they fight the effects of the serum.
Another prick sends his tumbling back into the foggy haze. He's busy regaining his bearings in the increasingly windy maze and ignores the muffled yelling in the background.
“What the hell did you do that for!? Are you crazy!?” Dr. Li sounds concerned, possibly for the first time ever.
“C'mon! We were just getting to the good part!
“Really? You and I both know that second dose is gonna make his heart explode!”
“And you and I both know he'll develop an immunity immediately after the drug leaves his system. Best to prolong it to get as much out of him as we can.”
“Ohhhkaaayyyy fiiiine. But this one's on you if Aletheia gets cut for being too dangerous.”
The same name as what's on the papers. How ironic, now a victim of the same program he tried to expose, he chuckles in despair as he loses his grip on reality.
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He's out of time. By now the wind of the approaching storm has accelerated to a deafening roar. He plugs the speaker on his radiation detector when it begins to alarm, as flashlights draw closer outside, beams sweeping over the tattered curtains. A backpack of various papers and an unknown bloodstained VHS tape are all he can stuff in his backpack. He watches, dissociated from his own body, as his figure beelines for the stairwell.
In the absence of his past self, he's suddenly more attuned to his surroundings. The distant yells of military personnel are closing in, but so is a second nearby sound. A viscous dripping that wasn't there before is coming from a darkened room to his right. A lump grows in his throat when he steps in the dark crimson pooling in the doorway. The doctors’ frantic bickering fades into the background as the rhythmic rush of blood in his ears crescendos to a cacophony of howling wind.
He gingerly walks towards the sound as his frenzied heartbeat pounds his head, but kicks something in the doorway and everything goes eerily quiet. Looking down, he finds a pale human leg, sock and shoe still attached. Frozen with dread, there's only one thing he can do.
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