Another request, related to the movie: "Alice in Wonderland" This time with the Mad Hatter!!
The point is that the readers are the Mad Hatter. Where they come from, people usually think they're from the path of exaltation, and they don't deny it, but they don't claim to be either. They just continue with what they were doing. Did you forget something? Don't worry! I have it in my hat! Which is weird but useful since they seem to keep a lot of things in their hats. They can even pull out a table and chair when it's time for tea (which is when). Also, like the Cheshire Cat, they're capable of breaking the fourth wall, making light jokes about how someone must be very interested in the characters. Also, every time he tries to say the word "gamer," small bubbles come out of his throat, a clear sign that they're going to censor anything he tries to say about the players (or in general).
With the characters: Aventurine, Sampo, Dr.ratio, and Moze.
—–· ☀️🌻 ⟩ anon
“We’re All Mad Here, Darling”
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Sampo x Reader, Mad Hatter!Reader, Whimsical/Surreal Elements, Fourth Wall Breaking, Humor, Light Fluff, Emotional Subtext, Flirtation, Mild Angst (Aventurine), Intellectual Banter (Ratio), Chaotic Romance, Found Family Vibes, Magical Realism, Reality-Bending, Slow Burn Potential, Mild Power Imbalance, Wordplay & Riddles.
Warnings: Mild Mentions of Trauma and Past Abuse (esp. Aventurine), Surrealism/Reality Distortion, Implications of Psychological Complexity, Mild Language, Manipulation (emotional undertones, subtle), Reader is Unreliable & Unconventional (may confuse some readers), Bubble Censorship for Meta Topics (like “gamer”), Mild Body Horror (if pulling large objects from hat unsettles).
Aventurine had seen strange things before. Things that defied logic, crumbled under scrutiny, and still somehow made it onto investment portfolios. But you? You weren’t just strange—you were the whole deck of strange, and perhaps a few jokers too.
“Did you forget something?” you asked, voice lilting, sing-song, already halfway through pulling a full tea set from your absurdly tall hat. "Don't worry—I have it! Also, I borrowed a raccoon. Don’t ask."
He blinked, lounging against his chair with an amused expression, hands steepled beneath his chin. "I do like a person who plans ahead. Or… was this preposterously convenient coincidence?"
"Yes," you said, nodding sagely, and sat down at a table that had most definitely not been there three seconds ago. He narrowed his eyes in delight. You were a walking contradiction—chaotic yet deliberate. Unpredictable, and yet somehow playing from a script he didn’t recognize.
“You know,” you continued casually, lifting your teacup, “I heard someone was watching us. Right now. Maybe they're rooting for you, hm?” You winked directly at a spot just above the sky.
He chuckled. “Then they have excellent taste.”
When you tried to say “gamer,” bubbles puffed from your mouth like champagne foam, floating upward with a faint pop. “Oops. Still censored,” you said, sticking your tongue out and blowing a bubble from the next word.
Aventurine leaned forward with interest. “Fascinating. You seem to play by your own rules.”
You grinned. “No rules. Just tea. And maybe a war against linear storytelling.”
He smirked, leaning closer. “Care to wager your reality against mine?”
“I already did,” you whispered, tipping your hat. “Check your pocket.”
There was a playing card inside. The Fool.
And it was smiling back.
You twirled in place, letting your coat flap dramatically as you adjusted your oversized hat. “I prefer ‘chaotic consultant of candied consequences,’ but sure! That works!”
“Do I know you?” Sampo asked, raising a brow and slipping one hand into his coat, clearly ready for a bribe or a smoke bomb. “Wait—don’t tell me. You’re my new supplier of invisibility confetti and tax evasion tea, right?”
He tilted his head, chuckling. “You’re something else.”
“And you’re something less,” you replied with a wink. “But hey, math is hard. And rules? Overrated. Let’s have tea.”
With a snap of your fingers and a flourish of your hat, a mismatched tea set clattered into place on top of a barrel that absolutely hadn’t been there before. Sampo blinked.
“Where did you even—”
You put a finger to your lips. “Shhh. Logic is taking a nap.”
As you poured tea, a small fish swam up from the pot. “Wrong pot,” you said, tossing it back into your hat. “That was Wednesday’s brew.”
“You are delightfully dangerous,” Sampo said, raising a brow. “Like me, if I were more… hallucinatory.”
You leaned across the table, eyes glittering. “Tell me, ever been kissed by a paradox?”
“…Is that a riddle or a promise?”
“Yes.”
When you tried to explain what a “gamer” was, you hiccupped a bubble that spelled out CENSORED BY THE SYSTEM in sparkling letters before floating away. You stared after it.
“Foul sorcery,” you mumbled.
Sampo smirked. “Let’s keep breaking things, you and I.”
And you smiled, because you already had.
Ratio stared at you for a solid minute without blinking.
“I’m not hallucinating, right?”
You took a long sip of tea, then pulled out a duck from your hat. “No, he is. But I’m real. Mostly. Depending on the narrative device.”
The duck quacked ominously.
Ratio sighed. “Wonderful. Another construct defying Euclidean space and rational thinking. And they’re charming, too.”
You beamed. “Why, thank you. I do practice irrationality with a side of existential flair.”
He rubbed his temple. “You're a disruption to order.”
You leaned in. “You’re addicted to it. We make a good contrast.”
He paused. Then… he smiled. Not sarcastic. Not smug. Just… intrigued.
You tried to say “gamer” and immediately blew a bubble that popped with a squeaky "BOOP."
Ratio blinked. “Did that bubble say boop?”
“Yes. Also it tried to teach me binary once, but it only got to 010101 before it popped. Tragic.”
Ratio crossed his arms, clearly battling between intellectual revulsion and sheer curiosity. “You’re either incredibly dangerous or an enigma masquerading as a punchline.”
“I’m both! And also your tea date.”
You clinked your cup against his flask.
“Welcome to the mad side, Ratio. We have recursive metaphors.”
i love skips that explore the concept of ethics in the foundation. stuff like "is it ethical to contain someone with no contact to the outside world forever for the crime of existing?" or "why do we just stick sentient creatures in a box and call it a day?"
its part of why i love GAW so much. their members are primarily skips in their own right, or at least reality benders (that dont need containment). it lets you see the reality of what the SCP Foundation does to people like this, lesbiangengar had to forget her girlfriend overnight because the Foundation wiped her girlfriend's memory of her and the anomalous for example.
i want to write a story about a reality bender that ends well, not just "escaped or locked away forever." it'd be a nice change of pace
I am proud to announce I will be voicing Dr Alto Clef (created by @scp-l4-clef-alto-001) in the upcoming game SCP: Infohazard created by @gib-games (@gibgames on twitter) and there is a demo avaliable on steam.
SCP: Infohazard is a survival horror game that immerses you in the inner workings of The SCP Foundation like never before. When an experimen
At this time, we are keeping a majority of Clef's role in the game quiet. HOWEVER, I would like to share a concept image. Yes, there are Easter eggs!
Please help me take our man to new levels and the SCP community by storm.
A flag for anybody who is a reality bender, in the context of SCP.
[ID: A transparent image that says "Willy holds no DNI, but is not afraid to block." with a picture of the account's mascot (an orange-blue fox toy), who's upside down.]
Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen
Ship: ottoge | inuokko
Rated E • canon divergent • omegaverse
TW: dubious consent, but also entirely consensual
A scent thick enough to drown in. A chase destined to repeat forever—unless Yuuta can break the curse that keeps pulling Toge just out of reach.
Bound by heat, instinct, and desperation, the forest demands an ending, and Yuuta refuses to let go.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Not even nearly enough scp authors write about humanoid or at the very least sapient and sentient reality benders like seriously it’s such a cool concept.. all my ocs are reality benders and we need to get serious about them “nooo reality benders are too overpowered-“ no they are not and nobody cares?? And besides Power in this situation isn’t even a good thing.. anyways I’ll pay 20 bucks to anyone who writes a new humanoid reality warper thanks
