#like a megalodon size creature

[juliamccartney]

i had this really weird dream last night about watching a movie several times in a row and the ending being wildly different every time, and the person watching with me was not fazed by it at all & thought i was overreacting

[fickleminder]

the animal inside of you

Kirana bonds with a sea creature of her own at the aquarium, but the others have some Concerns.

I only just got around to reading the Aquarium event story yesterday so here’s a little drabble on what aquatic animal my F!OC might be paired with… 🤭

Sitting on a platform at the edge of the main tank, Kirana idly kicked her legs in the water as she brainstormed ideas for what Beel’s evil octopus could do to earn more Grimm. For such a spindly thing, it sure could rival the demon in terms of appetite.

A few of the more curious inhabitants of the tank swam closer to her while she sat there thinking, but none had really stuck around for long after watching their fill of the human.

Well, except for one.

Kirana giggled as her toes were tickled by the rainbow-colored creature, who playfully darted away when she wriggled her feet at it in response. It kept coming back to nudge at her legs, engaging her in what seemed like a mock fight, and its large eyes blinked excitedly at her when she managed to tap it with her feet.

The creature didn’t seem to have any major grievances with the aquarium; it was just bored and wanted to play, and Kirana was more than happy to indulge it.

“Kirana, the aquarium’s about to close!” Levi called out from somewhere behind her, his footsteps getting louder as he approached. “We can come back tomorrow and…”

The demon fell silent, so Kirana turned around to reply. “Okay, can you grab my shoes—”

“Don’t. Move.”

She immediately froze. Levi was staring at her, or more specifically at the tank, with wide-eyed horror, his palms facing out in a soothing gesture. Did he notice something dangerous that had shown up while she wasn’t looking? Kirana felt the creature she’d been playing with climb up her left calf and hug it reassuringly.

“Shit. Um, uhh, it’s okay, you’re gonna be okay— LUCIFER HELP!”

“What is it now…” Lucifer marched over with a sigh. The rest of the group followed behind him, wondering what the commotion was. He took one look at the situation and stilled, his arm automatically shooting out to the side when Satan attempted to rush forward, blocking the other demon from any hasty movements.

“Guys, you are freaking me out. What is it?” Kirana’s mind was spinning. Was it a kraken? A megalodon? An ancient dinosaur?

“Smiting mantis shrimp,” Simeon answered, the calm smile on his face completely forced. “Native to the Celestial Realm, and an apex predator among aquatic beings of its size. It has claws that can literally punch a hole through walls and spear through the toughest of shells. Its rainbow-colored armor—”

“Oh, you mean this little guy?” Kirana reached down to pet said shrimp, who was as big and long as her entire leg. It waved its antennae in delight at the attention. “He’s such a sweetheart! I decided to call him Ali. Say hello, Ali!”

The crustacean’s eyes locked onto the group and it released its hold on Kirana to flex one of its large claws, daring them to come at it.

“I don’t understand…” Luke whimpered from behind a slack-jawed Solomon. “Kirana has nothing in common with that— that—”

“My Lord, we need to exercise extreme caution,” Barbatos solemnly advised the prince, who had grown steadily paler as Simeon described the creature.

Asmo tried holding eye contact with the rainbow monster to charm it into letting his favorite human go, but its large beady eyes made him crack first and look away with a shiver.

“Kirana, I’ve got your shoes right here.” Belphie held them up like an enticing treat. “Why don’t you come down and put them on and then we can all go home, hm?”

It was getting quite late so Kirana had to bid her new friend goodbye, but not without promising to come back and play again the next day. The second her feet touched the ground, Satan quickly bundled her up in his arms and planted himself between her and the tank, all while making hissing noises at it. Beel wordlessly put her shoes on for her.

“Take that, you stupid shrimp!” Mammon crowed as they made to leave. “Kirana belongs to us and don’t you forget it—”

Ali jabbed at the thick glass with a loud THUNK, creating a hairline fracture and causing Mammon to scream.

[fallout-fucker]

Fallout 4 really coulda made the 'Living by the sea' vibes so terrifying. Of course, people know of mirleurks and stuff. But what about the things they don't know about. The fear of the unknown.

We know that sea life was also affected by radiation. We've seen the size of a mirelurk queen. We know that sharks exist from the corpses.

So. How do we know megalodons aren't back in the Falloutverse. Or krakens don't exist. Sea life enlarged and at an unimaginable scale, unknown to the survivors of humanity as they lurk beneath the waters.

What if Sole had been told not to cross the ocean to Far Habour. What if there's a reason that, after 200 years, no one has brought back voyager boats and sailing the oceans to reconnect the world. What if they know better. Or maybe they realise they don't know anything at all.

What if Sole set up a nice base at Spectacle Island, and is confused when Hancock refuses to see it. Sole jokes that he's paranoid, but he reminds them he grew up on the waterfront. He helped his dad fish when he was younger. Boats don't scare him. The water doesn't scare him.

"It's what's in it," He explained coldly. He sat down in the sand, shotgun in his arms. Sole asked him to elaborate, he said he couldn't. "You wanna go after the Institute, fine. I'll help. That's an unknown I can handle. But, I ain't getting in that boat, and neither should you."

"I'll...Ask someone else."

"Can it be Danse?"

Sole thought he was being dramatic but quickly realised that none of the companions were keen to travel across the water.

There was that time Sole once jumped off the Prydwen and into the deep sea, so far from shore, only to hear a guttural noise around them. They couldn't see anything. The water dark blue, and filthy, almost black from when the world was scorched. But whatever it was, it was large enough that its voice vibrated through their entire being. They convinved themself it was a whale. They know whales don't sound like that.

On the days Sole is at the castle, they like to look out at the ocean. Or did, until today when they saw a large boat in the distance become capsized. They almost sent their own boats out to help, but Preston placed a firm hand on their shoulder. His eyes told Sole everything he wouldn't. Preston's not the type to let people die. So, Sole turned the radio up so none of the other soldiers could hear the distant screams for help and distress calls. And to drown out their own guilt, watching as the last fisherman attempted to swim desperately to shore, only to be dragged down below the waves. Sole didn’t look away until the boat finally sank. When they did, their eyes landed on the East Wall, which was under reconstruction from when the mirelurk queen had emerged. Sole wonders if that was even the largest sea creature out there.

When Sole's getting ready for bed, Preston knocks at their door gently. "Even I can admit when something is a lost cause," There was a guilt dripped into his tone. A silent apology to the fallen men. "I'll tell our guys to stay out of the water for a few days. We can rely on the nets for fish."

"We should set up a limit for how far out our boats can go."

"We will. Tomorrow. For now, get some rest." He's halfway to closing the door when Sole speaks again.

"I jumped off of the Prydwen once..."

"Excuse me?"

"I was fine. I wanted to go into the water. I did."

"Excuse me?"

"I couldn't see anything. But I heard something. I felt the sound go through me. I think it was a whale."

"Think or hope?" Sole doesn't say anything. Preston gets his answer regardless. "Was it close to you or do you think it was fine?"

"Think or hope," Sole mirrors. "I don't know. It was large."

"That seems to be a theme with the ocean."

"...Is that why no one has tried to cross the ocean again in 200 years? I thought...I thought there'd be pirates again out there. Or something. That massive wooden ships had made a comeback somewhere."

"I can't say. For all we know, maybe people have tried." Sole doesn't want to think about the connotations of that.

"No one wanted to go to Spectacle Island."

"I'm sure it looks nice but...To be honest, neither would I. I'm Sorry."

"It's fine. I get it now...I don't think I do anymore, for a while...John wouldn't get in the boat."

"Hancock...Is a smart man. Sometimes."

"Sometimes? You're saying that to the person that jumped off of the Prydwen."

"True, you do make Hancock look like Einstein."

"Thank God people still know Einstein," Sole mumbles. "John's smarter than he let's on."

"He once showed up to my door, drunk, asking if I thought Nick had a penis. Then, if he did, if it could be classed as a vibrator. I refused to answer or ask the context for why he wanted to know."

"...On that note, goodnight Preston."

"Goodnight, Sole."

Sole stares at the ceiling as they try to sleep that night. The sound of the waves crashing against the walls keeps them awake.

[yearningaces]

Meet my boy Hallow, the megalodon mershark who is so enamored by you, his ever handsome medic

It was once a human civilization, the elders had said. But as you swam through the old stones that built the colosseum at the top of the trench, you wondered how the two legged could have built something like this if they would have to leave when the waters came.

Your tail flicked down, stopping your movements through the stone archways. A few brightly colored fish passed by before hiding in the kelp grass among the sandy sea floor to your right. It was a fascinating theory the elders had, but they've been wrong before. Even in ways no one ever speaks of.

Such as the means for this place.

"There you are, hurry up. There's work to be done and the elders don't like dilly-dallying." Fetcher swam closer to you from his post. The merfolk's eel tail twitched slightly.

You huffed but swam along, passing the same guard who says the same thing every single day. A few turns down certain corridors in the stone construct and you could smell the metallic scent of blood in the water. Hearing the cheers of so many merfolk raging for blood.

Eat or be eaten, was the colosseum motto. The strongest predators were sent in if they'd committed heinous enough crimes against the elders council. Only the last remaining alive could leave a free mer. Unless they were one to draw a crowd and were framed again and again to be brought back. Sometimes the smallest guppies would even be here... Those were nightmarish rounds to even hear.

As you continued swimming slowly along, you passed by rows of gaps in the stone, triangle in shape that gave you the perfect view of the arena just beyond the stone wall. And it was carnage.

Today it was two orca mers, stout and imposing against an even larger whale mer. And the whale was winning. You ignored the horrific sound of one of the orcas tail being torn off and used to beat the other one's head as you swam along the familiar route.

Eventually you stopped outside of a hatch in the floor made of metal. One of the many guards glanced at you before opening the hatch for you to swim through. Just small enough to fit.

It was closed and locked behind you as you continued down into the dark cell, a familiar massive figure coming into view.

As soon as the guard voices faded, you were close enough to be unnoticed by the rest of the oceans, and at that moment, the massive taloned and webbed hand reached up, pressing against you from behind and gingerly pushing you down further into the colder water, and right into Hallow's embrace.

You relaxed in the megalodon's hold, sighing happily to be here with him again. "We really should see about me being able to visit when it's not before or after your battles." The remark is sincere and you return to the familiar actions of observing what you can of the massive creature made for the shadows. He has a few nicks and tears but nothing much, given the nature of what sort of battles he has no choice but to endure, it's not surprising how viciously adapted he is.

Hallow's voice is a rumble, one you have to focus to understand. His kind are ancient after all, and the few megalodon's left speak in such an old tongue it's difficult to comprehend some times. "Yet a victory ensures our meeting once more. I'd do so for a millennium more to see you return to me again."

His large hands curl around you as best they can given the size difference. Hallow's movements are always gentle with you, even now as he brings you just a bit closer until you're held against him.

"I'd return regardless." The remark is an earnest one, but you have a task at hand, reaching into your satchel and drawing out a few different items. You reach your smaller hand up to the large one holding you in place and wiggle in Hallow's grasp until you're at an angle you can reach the back of his wrist where a deeper tear is. Your steadfast hyperfocus on the task is clear as your hands move with caution and care, cleaning and wrapping the wound in a gentle fabric.

Throughout all of this Hallow's gaze remains on you and you alone. Watching silently as you tend to his wounds with such care, it used to make his heart race, but now he slows, content and most comfortable under your care and attention.

You'd been his charge for many seasons now, originally hardly speaking to him but tending to his wounds after battle, as he was one of the few competitors who the elder council wanted to keep alive to fight again. Eventually you finally spoke, and it only grew from there.

Hallow doesn't quite know what he can refer to you as, but he so dearly adores you. If he weren't confined to this Poseidon forsaken place, he'd be able to court you, earn your attention and affection, prove he's worth your time and care.

But he's stuck here, a prisoner with no crime, and a life of carnage and desolation ahead of him. And you return to help him heal, both his physical wounds and his emotional ones. You let him hold you close, let him nap with you in his grasp, speak so very gently to and with him and he adores you so much for it. Hallow would tear this entire place to ruin if he could, would so carefully guide you into the trench the colosseum sits atop of, where he could hide you away in the cold dark waters where only creatures like him exist. And you would both be safe.

But for now, he'll keep watching you with an endearing expression as your small hands work so carefully to ensure he's not hurting, even if you don't know how you never could hurt him, not in a way he'd mind at least.

And he'll be good, because it means you'll return. He'll tear another fellow mer into a spineless and tailless mush of viscera because he'll be here for your next return.

And for now, it's enough.

[monarch-afterdark]

Superspecies History: Sirenjaw

Welcome once again to Monarch: After Dark, the digital gateway between you and the organisation dedicated to understanding and navigating this troubled new world we live in.

Another entry in our coverage of Skull Island, this time we look to a crocodilian that seems to have taken a page from Titanus Methuselah's book, the Sirenjaw.

(Pictured above: Artistic depiction of a Sirenjaw attacking Aaron Brooks' expedition team, circa. 1996)

Monarch Database File: Sirenjaw

Monarch Designation: Gigantus crocodiliad

Length: 45-65 feet

Species Designation: Crocodilian florafauna

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A crocodilian capable of reaching sizes rivalling the extinct shark Megalodon or modern whales, the Sirenjaw is an apex predator that reigns (almost) supreme in the waters of Skull Island. During their development, Sirenjaws grow a small nursery of trees on their back, becoming integrated to their biology. This makes the Sirenjaw one of the more extreme examples of florafauna.

An ambush predator, the Sirenjaw floats around the water's surface disguised as a small island. Their mouths hang open, appearing somewhat like the entrance to a cave. Unsuspecting prey that try to find shelter within the cave instead find themselves food for the Sirenjaw. Larger prey that climb onto the creature's back are thrown off and attacked in the water.

(Pictured above: Artistic depiction of Death Jackals and Psychovultures descending on the corpse of a Sirenjaw killed by Kong, circa. 1996)

During Aaron Brooks' unauthorised expedition to Skull Island, from 1995 to 1996, the expedition team and their Iwi escorts narrowly avoided falling for a Sirenjaw's camouflage trap, running for shelter as the creature gave chase. It retreated after hearing Kong's roar, but found itself slaughtered by the Titan.

A feeding frenzy broke out, attracting a swarm of Psychovultures and Death Jackals to feast upon the carcass. Ato, an English-speaking Iwi native, advised Aaron's team that the passage they were going to take back to the Iwi village was unsafe so long as the feeding frenzy continued, forcing them to take another path.

In 2021, during the destruction of Skull Island and attempted evacuation of the native Iwi people, Jia (the only known survivor of the Skull Island Iwi population) recalled a Sirenjaw taking advantage of the chaos and killing several Iwi as a flood raged toward them. Jia was rescued by Kong before she, too, could have been killed.

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And that's all she wrote for the Sirenjaw! One of likely few species that seemed to survive the ravaging of Skull Island's ecosystems, the Sirenjaw may well continue to be lethal in the now-desolate island, though whether or not dwindling prey items may lead the species to become endangered and under threat of extinction remains to be seen.

Until next time,

Monarch: After Dark

[troythecatfish]

[VERY IMPORTANT UPDATE TO ALL THIS AT THE BOTTOM]

Sometimes I just think about how petty the conversation around theropods can get in a way that no other group of dinosaurs seems to spark. And this toxic obsession with size is starting to bleed over into actual scientific conversation, which I believe is more important than any of my ramblings. Skip past all of this and go to the end if you must, I want more people to read at least the excerpt of the paper and be aware of this growing issue in paleontology.

Sauropods? Stegosaurs? Hadrosaurs? Pachycephalosaurs? No other dinosaur group seems to spark as much vitriol and internet slap fighting as the theropods do. Specifically the “mega”theropods as they’ve been dubbed more recently in the online paleo-sphere. T. rex, Spinosaurus, Giganotosaurus, you know the type. Big bodies with big heads with big jaws that certain sects of paleo fans get a bit too excited arguing over.

Of course most of these arguments center around the tyrant lizard king itself. A beast that I don’t need to bother doing this introduction for because you all know it’s coming: Tyrannosaurus rex. I know there’s a good too many people who treat T. rex as this unstoppable monster, God’s chosen creature among the other lowly fleshbags of the Mesozoic. Every new paper that comes out about Tyrannosaurus seems to just embolden them even more, especially now with that paper a few months back suggesting T. rex even larger than those preserved in the fossil record likely existed.

I’ve always found the rat race surrounding the size of T. rex and other “mega”theropods to be inherently a bit comical. If they want insanely large dinosaurs so badly I would point them towards sauropods, but those didn’t actively kill other dinosaurs so who cares amirite? Every other group of dinosaur, every other animal ever to evolve, only exists for the sake of power scaling their beloved giant theropod of choice.

But my question is doesn’t all this get a bit boring after a while? Acting like “mega”theropods were these untouchable gods and every other animal in the history of evolution is just a joke by comparison, it’s a frankly juvenile way of seeing things.

Triceratops? Only exists to have its head ripped off by and be a cool opponent for T. rex. Diplodocus? Only there so a gang of Saurophaganax can rip it apart. Rebbachisaurus? Tf even is that? The Kem Kem Beds were just the thunder dome for all those huge African theropods and crocodiles to beat each other up.

Point is I find the constant discussion and resulting arguments over theropod size and strength to be repetitive and boring. These “mega”theropods were no doubt powerful and fascinating animals, but they weren’t kaiju. They don’t need to be unkillable gods to still be worth appreciation and respect. Imagining them as the animals they were is much more stimulating for me than the simple who was the biggest back-and-forths.

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(edit) this is a massive update in this particular subject, please, if not the rest of my ramblings at least read this:

I’d like to end with an excerpt from a scientific paper published just today by Joel H. Gayford et al. concerning size estimations of extinct animals

“Furthermore, one must be aware of backlash from the ever-growing fan communities of prehistoric organisms (such as Dunkleosteus, O. megalodon and theropod dinosaurs) on the internet, who may feel strongly about the perceived appearance of their favourite organisms. None of these concerns are hypotheticals, and all have happened at one point or another to many palaeobiologists who study well-known, iconic fossil taxa, including some of those mentioned in the present study. All studies should be judged on their scientific merit through debate and discourse, through which progressive improvements to our understanding of extinct animals can be gained.”

You can read the paper for yourself, as it’s publicly available for free: https://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/1...

This is more than simple online slap fighting. It’s affecting real paleontology. If actual scientists are now wanting to avoid certain species because of these types of paleo fans I don’t even know what to say. The paper goes in-depth about the problems, both scientifically and socially, that arise when determining the mass of an extinct animal. And I couldn’t agree more. I hate to beg for shares but if you can, and want to help push back against the awesomebros choking out real paleontologists then please consider it!

[blacksite-saboteur]

Ever heard of the Gargantuan leviathan? No? I'm gonna ramble about it

It's Health is 3.40282e+38

Abilities:

Climate Manipulation: The gargantuan leviathan can change the weather and ocean currents by swaying its tendrils and rotating its body.

Regeneration: The gargantuan leviathan can regenerate its wounds within a matter of seconds. This is partially because of its high metabolism.

Near-invulnerability: The Gargantuan Leviathan is immune to most conventional attacks, thanks to its sheer size and resilient hide.

Bio-electrical nature: It has several bio-electrical organs along its body that allow it generate electricity. Generated electricity can vary from small, but harmful zaps to powerful electromagnetic pulses.

Telepathy: Much like the Sea Emperor, they seems to communicate telepathically. However, they are far more provocative than the Sea Emperor.

Powerful bite force: Its bite force is 706556.61412 psi. The strongest material it can destroy is Limpet Patella Vulgata, AKA Limpet Teeth, which is the 8th strongest material and the strongest biological material. Its bite-force is 17 times stronger than that of the Megalodon, which had a bite of 40,000 psi.

Enormous speed: Its top speed is around 80 miles per hour.

Enhanced Agility: It as able to swim and turn rather quickly by whipping the water.

Enhanced Endurance: It can tolerate severe amount of pressure, be it the depths of the ocean or oncoming attackers.

Enhanced Stamina: The gargantuan leviathan possesses a near limitless amount of stamina and the creature is never really shown getting tired or exhausted after swimming for long durations of time.

Enhanced strength: Records seem to suggest that it can drag prey that are roughly around its size or more. Anything smaller will crushed almost instantly.

Enhanced combat: With all that has been mentioned above, the gargantuan leviathan can overpower nearly any other creature with ease.

Energy drain: The gargantuan leviathan can drain power from vehicles and use that power as energy for its own body.

Shockwave roar: The gargantuan leviathans roar is extremely loud and causes a concussive hydrosonic wave which can inflict damage and force things back up to 150 meters.

Trivia:

The Gargantuan Leviathan's model, textures, and scales have been tweaked and redone countless times. As of now, no more changes to the model should be expected.

This is one of the few leviathan species that will have a full life cycle known. The first is the Ghost Leviathan.

The Gargantuan Leviathan is likely powerful enough to destroy all life on the Crater. Luckily, it has other methods of obtaining energy.

Much like the Ghost Leviathans and Void Chelicerates, it does not tolerate any creature entering its territory.

Here it's appearance!

Juvenile it's around 750 meters although idk about the adult size

(Source Subnautica wiki)

Ahem anyways... Can I buy medkit?

"Wh.. I. .. Y'know what? Just.. Just take the medkit and go."

It seems you've thoroughly stunned the poor creature. And you got a free medkit out of it! Great work, if that was your original goal.

[dzthenerd490]

File: Meg

SCP#: AID

Code Name: Megalodons the Unwanted Guardians of the Ocean

Object Class: Archon

Special Containment Procedures: Creatures of SCP-AID are to be avoided as much as possible by Foundation submarines and boats. They are also not to be attacked as doing so will place Site-AN at great risk. Any attempts to close the cave to SCP-AID will lead to the possible destruction of Site-AN and thus an XK Class End-of-the-World Scenario of unimaginable damage. As such the punishment for any attempt to do so will be the activation of Protocol “Legacy’s Downfall”.

Under no circumstances are any research or recovery drones allowed to be utilized within SCP-AID either. Any attempt to do so will lead to the demotion to D Class. There will be no exceptions. 

Description: SCP-AID is a hidden section below the mariana trench that extends an unknown length and to an unknown depth. Theoretically nothing should be able to survive however it is populated with a wide variety of thought to be extinct species as well as mutated creatures. Some creatures seem to resemble different evolutionary variants of Species of Interest: The Titans. Because Titans are normally found within SCP-ACS it is assumed that SCP-AID is possibly connected to SCP-ACS but due to the possibility of aggravating the creatures of SCP-AID there is no way to confirm this. 

The most common SCP-AID species that resides within are the megalodon giant sharks that grow anywhere between 60 to 100 feet large. Like normal sharks they are commonly docile and rarely if ever attack unless provoked or able to sense food nearby. Originally this was thought to the extent of SCP-AID’s anomalous properties, however observations of megalodons encountering SCP-AMZ instances have shown otherwise. SCP-AID have no anomalous abilities that make them stronger or better than normal sharks other than their size. Instead what makes them dangerous is their immunity to anomalous infection and effects. 

Normally SCP-AMZ instances are able to spread SCP-ANE infection to any and all living organisms. However, the megalogons do not get infected no matter how much the SCP-AMZ instances stab or bite them. In fact, megalodons can eat hundreds of SCP-AMZ instances and be perfectly fine. Other species within SCP-AID have been observed to be able to resist SCP-ANE infection as well, how this is possible is unknown though it is hypothesized to be thanks to the Gaia Radiation from SCP-ACS. Again, there is unfortunately nothing to confirm how true this is.

SCP-AID was discovered in 1940 after it was revealed that there were SCP-AMZ instances living and growing within the mariana trench. Site-AN was quickly created to be a defensive and research site for world ending threats like SCP-AMZ and SCP-[data expunged]. However, after the completion of Site-AN, SCP-AID revealed itself as the megalodons devoured a majority of the SCP-AMZ population. As such occasionally they are regarded as defenders of Site-AN. However, a majority of the species were discovered to be extremely territorial and hate contact with the Foundation. All of this has led to SCP-AID being labeled as Object Class Archon, as it is safer to leave it alone than to contain it.

Update 2018 - a single megalodon escaped SCP-AID and tried to attack a beach on the coast of [data expunged]. Shockingly Group of Interest: the Shark Punching Center teleported into our reality within a submarine. After firing Anti-Selachian Death Punch Torpedoes the megalodon was destroyed and its body parts were later eaten by regular sharks. The SPC force tried to punch them as well, but a Foundation submarine intercepted them and threatened them to leave. The cover story was that a whale corpse exploded before it could reach the beach. 

Later an SPC representative entered Site-[data expunged] with a desire to talk about the incident. MTF High Commander Riker happened to be at the Site and agreed to the interview, please see Addendum X-63 for details. 

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Addendum X-63

The following is a recording of the interview between SPC representative Jack Striker MTF High Commander Riker. The interview is taking place in a standard Foundation interrogation room with only two chairs and a table with a single ceiling light illuminating the middle of the room.

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Begin Recording

SPC Representative Striker is balancing himself on the chair like a goofball while Riker is glaring at him with disappointment. 

SPC Representative Striker: So, this is the SCP Foundation, you guys really don’t do much when it comes to decorations huh? I mean where is the wall paint? Where’s the aquariums? Where’s the friendly receptionist? And where’s the fighting rings and training centers? How are you supposed to get new recruits if you're not presenting a welcoming face?

MTF High Commander Riker: We don’t recruit openly, people in this world don’t know about anomalies-

SPC Representative Striker: Deviants.

MTF High Commander Riker: ANOMALIES… and we intend to keep it that way.

SPC Representative Striker: Alright fine, I’m just saying, sharks are the only hostile deviants we have to deal with, yet you guys have… screaming naked men that kill all in their path, statues that look like peanuts who strangle you to death, and giant shape shifting lizards! I mean we got one too, but we just killed it while you guys are keeping it around. 

MTF High Commander Riker: He has more uses alive, not that it’s any of your business. Speaking of business, how about we get to it, what the hell do you want?

SPC Representative Striker: Tch, always straight to business huh? Alright, alright, we uh… we just wanted to apologize.

MTF High Commander Riker: … Pardon?

SPC Representative Striker: Look we’ve been using your reality as a means to improve and test out our SPC’s to better punch down the shark threat. But we understand that you want to study deviants not punch them or weaponize them like we do. I mean it would do you some good, but I get that you don’t want to.

MTF High Commander Riker: We weaponize some anomalies, but we only do so for the ones that can be weaponized. We don’t just ask them all to punch sharks because we feel like it.

SPC Representative Striker: Oh seriously? Cool, well anyways we’ve been doing what we want with your reality, and we understand it’s kinda pissed you guys off.

MTF High Commander Riker: Kinda, is far too weak of a word.

SPC Representative Striker: … Ahem, right so anyways we wanted to both apologize and get a meeting together between ORACLE and your O5 Council.

MTF High Commander Riker: … why?

SPC Representative Striker: So, we can make the deal official! So, we can enter your reality more often and take care of your shark problem while you focus on other stuff. I mean, lord knows you guys need it.

MTF High Commander Riker: No.

SPC Representative Striker: Wha- what?

MTF High Commander Riker: No, we don’t need you and never did, you can keep jumping in our reality whenever you want because we can’t stop you. Well, we could but it would be a waste of time and resources, so how about I warn you instead. You ever get in our way and mess up our work again, then we won’t hesitate to wipe out your pathetic little organization.

SPC Representative Striker: … I know you think we’re a joke, but make no mistake, I’ve punched sharks larger than your SCP-682. I’m not afraid of you. Any of you.

MTF High Commander Riker: I don’t want you afraid, I want results, and I want anything that gets in the way of those results… eradicated. 

SPC Representative Striker: Geez, you guys are cold blooded assholes. Like seriously you do realize you kill people more often than you save them. If you were more open with people like us, you would be able to save a lot more lives. 

MTF High Commander Riker: It’s not about saving lives; it’s about preserving humanity as a whole. Even if we have to cleanse until there’s a single Adam and Eve.

SPC Representative Striker: … Is that why you killed that old man?

MTF High Commander Riker: Tch, he was immune to amnestics, he was a hazard and couldn't be trusted. Besides with my enhanced sight I could see he didn’t have long anyways. I just gave him the easy way out. 

SPC Representative Striker: That’s your excuse?

MTF High Commander Riker: Not an excuse, a fact. It would be an excuse if I actually cared about what civilians think about me, which I don’t. Humans are animals, they should consider themselves lucky organizations like the Foundation give a fuck about them. 

SPC Representative Striker: ... I guess it was a mistake to think this deal could work. See ya later.

SPC Representative Striker then suddenly disappeared, seemingly teleporting with some unknown SPC technology. 

MTF High Commander Riker: The real mistake is your existence. 

Recording Ends

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SCP: Horror Movie Files Hub

[sebastian--solace]

Have you ever heard of the Gargantuan leviathan? No? I'm gonna ramble about it

It's health is 3.40282e+38

Abilities:

Climate Manipulation: The gargantuan leviathan can change the weather and ocean currents by swaying its tendrils and rotating its body.

Regeneration: The gargantuan leviathan can regenerate its wounds within a matter of seconds. This is partially because of its high metabolism.

Near-invulnerability: The Gargantuan Leviathan is immune to most conventional attacks, thanks to its sheer size and resilient hide.

Bio-electrical nature: It has several bio-electrical organs along its body that allow it generate electricity. Generated electricity can vary from small, but harmful zaps to powerful electromagnetic pulses.

Telepathy: Much like the Sea Emperor, they seems to communicate telepathically. However, they are far more provocative than the Sea Emperor.

Powerful bite force: Its bite force is 706556.61412 psi. The strongest material it can destroy is Limpet Patella Vulgata, AKA Limpet Teeth, which is the 8th strongest material and the strongest biological material. Its bite-force is 17 times stronger than that of the Megalodon, which had a bite of 40,000 psi.

Enormous speed: Its top speed is around 80 miles per hour.

Enhanced Agility: It as able to swim and turn rather quickly by whipping the water.

Enhanced Endurance: It can tolerate severe amount of pressure, be it the depths of the ocean or oncoming attackers.

Enhanced Stamina: The gargantuan leviathan possesses a near limitless amount of stamina and the creature is never really shown getting tired or exhausted after swimming for long durations of time.

Enhanced strength: Records seem to suggest that it can drag prey that are roughly around its size or more. Anything smaller will crushed almost instantly.

Enhanced combat: With all that has been mentioned above, the gargantuan leviathan can overpower nearly any other creature with ease.

Energy drain: The gargantuan leviathan can drain power from vehicles and use that power as energy for its own body.

Shockwave roar: The gargantuan leviathans roar is extremely loud and causes a concussive hydrosonic wave which can inflict damage and force things back up to 150 meters.

Fun facts:

The Gargantuan Leviathan's model, textures, and scales have been tweaked and redone countless times. As of now, no more changes to the model should be expected.

This is one of the few leviathan species that will have a full life cycle known. The first is the Ghost Leviathan.

The Gargantuan Leviathan is likely powerful enough to destroy all life on the Crater. Luckily, it has other methods of obtaining energy.

Much like the Ghost Leviathans and Void Chelicerates, it does not tolerate any creature entering its territory.

Oh yeah can I buy medkit?

"Wow, that's a lot to take in. I don't mind the rambling though."

He smiles softly at you. He grabs a medkit for you.

"Oh uhh yeah sure. You can buy it."

[isleofdragon]

All my bases so far!

🌳Weathertop Base 🌳

Initial Base! It has a large house with all my storage, smithy, forge, grinding station, and my shoulder mounts + my favorite dilophosaurs.

It has a big fence going all the way around it, big enough for my moschops to wander and collect stuff for me :3

It also has a medium-sized stone animal pen, with all my seldom-used dinosaurs like my spare iguanodon, my extra defense dilophs, my parasaur, and some dilophs stationed on the top like turrets! It also has a open roof where I land my extra flying mounts.

And it now has a fabricator building too!

There's crops also, one of every domestic crop and then one for narcoberries. My spinosaurus and diplodocus live there, along with my therizinosaur-slaying triceratops and her mate, and my stegosaurus, a pair of iguanodons, my first tame (a moschops), and a rotating cast of flying mounts!

🪨 Rocky Beach 🪨

So far this is just a big slab of thatch on one of the tall rocks, plus a little roofed area with a bed and chest. It has a lystrosaur too! It functions mostly as a stop-over :3 id hardly consider mentioning it, except for the fact that I use it all the time.

🏝️ Herbivore Island 🏝️

Just a big, half-built wooden cabin! It'll be big enough for a fabricator when it's done. I keep a single Pterosaur there full time, and there's two small narcoberry crops. I visit it for metal, mostly, but theoretically it would make a good place to launch a urgent rescue if needed!

🦈 Waterside Base 🦈

So far just some stone foundations and walls lol. AND two megalodons and their three new pups! And an ichthyosaurus :3 gonna be fully equipped for making saddles and storing stuff. I keep the tamed creatures in a little lagoon/inlet/area where they're relatively safe.

🌋 VOLCANO BASE YEEHAW 🌋

Best base! Best house! Where my Argentavis live, along with a dire wolf, my two strongest dimorphodons, a lystrosaur, and a iguandon i hatched named Agate Jr.

Has storage, crafting stations including a fabricator, and is my main area for smelting metal. It has a cool-ass landing zone above the storage, so my flying mounts perch near enough to the storage that I can transfer heavy items effortlessly.

⛏️ Western Coastal Cave-Mouth Base ⛏️

Near the green obelisk and the western swamp coast. Right in front of that cave opening! It is small, but has storage, a forge, mortar and pestle, a lystrosaur, and a bed!

I have a tech raptor who's jaw joints look like huge googles! And a dimorphodon, and a tough moschops for a guard dog. I plan to take the raptor and dimorphodon into the cave to spelunk!

In progress:

River Plateau Base: mostly just a rest spot with a fire

Eastern Coastal Cliff Base: Could be expanded to be fully equipped, but the Water Base was started nearby and that's getting more attention. Good place for resting with some storage for supply caches and a camp fire.

Cold Lands Base: a large stone slab with walls being added, and a campfire. Essential rest area for surviving in the freezing colds.

[cyberghost-scout]

My merformers mermaid lore explanation

After a couple years of doing mermay. I made up something cool and lowkey scifi.

An continuum of these: link link2 link3 link4

~They are an ancient species. The earliest of their kind resembled more like a water chimera that appeared in the fossil record as our ancestors crawled out of the waters.

~They were a fixture of human fascination and fear thanks to cave art near coastal areas, tales of sailors, carvings, and oral lore.

~Many theorists believed it to be like first contact with aliens as they are techno-organic. They lean more toward the organic side as they do not appear robotic and function like other animals (Like cyborgs from Ghost in the Shell but much more squisher).

~It's perplexing to many scientists. They live long lives-- some pocket of mermaids resembling extinct species still alive next to the modern extent ones. (If anyone is wondering --- megalodon mermaids are sadly extinct.) Big- they are also much more extensive in size than one would imagine and have muscular upper bodies as they pull themselves out of the water onto beaches or rocks, so they are very good at ripping someone apart.

~ Atlantis was confirmed. It is still murky as to why it disappeared, but a solid hypotenuse was something to do with some titan-sized mermaid battle. They rarely exist today, followed by severe flooding.

~And they're like humans. They are sentient (Despite what big for-profit aquariums would tell you and that super 1 % would say to you). Sure, they speak human langue only if they are domesticated species or choose to learn, and they have their own culture and speech. But it took a painfully long time to learn all this, thanks to humans being dumbasses, capitalism, and xenophobia—mainly the fear of the unknown, despite being alive along with us. And general mermaid pods like to keep their distance from human settlements. You can imagine the effort the humans realize they are like us were fighting for their rights.

~ However, in recent years- the mermaids are fighting back, throwing all the trash and nets in large fishing boats that destroy coral. Wailing ships, getting disabled, and then being dumped near beaches as a form of settlement. They learned the wrecking of those ships would lead to oil spills. So it was getting harder and harder to deny that these beings are sentimental like humans.

~ Freshwater mermaids are considered mellower than salt water, and tame ones are friendlier than wild ones. But when push comes to shove- it will not end well for any human if a mermaid feels the need to protect themselves.

~ There are pods, they tend to form as a family or considered family and usually be close to each other. Tropical waters move around a particular territory, while colder ones migrate to warmer waters. But they do build underwater city-like structures. Centuries of cultivating the coral and using sunken materials for the coral to latch on and grow, building lovely towns for some of the larger pods or particular species, some even made cities with eerie crystals- no human had ever set their eyes inside these cities, not even underwater cameras can not get inside only the outer walls of this sacred forbidden cities.

~ Shiny glass and metals are scarce materials that are useful for sea creatures. Mainly because the ocean wears down the items- so it's used primarily for symbolism, courtship, or to look pretty. So bone carvings and barbs are much more valuable as weapons, armor, and practical uses. However, any resourceful mermaid large enough can take advantage of sunken metal ships.

~ Some humans consume mermaids- it's debated whether eating their flesh is even considered safe to eat the meat of a mermaid.

~ Ghostwire is an escaped and surviving feral shark mermaid, an oddity as Domesticated mermaids do not live in the wild (always turn into snacks to the wild population if one escapes and is not rescued on time). She was lucky to be picked up by a Fedelis who wanted kids. Now she grew up in the wilds, is huge, and easily not some mermaid to mess around. Her sister survived, but she's separated into a facility. The Grey Ghost and Golden Menace, respectfully.

~ Ghostwire has cryptid status for trying her best to avoid humans and wild mermaids who heard of her but have not seen what a domesticated mermaid looks like. Phantasma is on the government's watch list (Wally the Walrus.) but she is loved by all, especially the internet.

~ Despite the fact Ghostwire chooses to not wear any fabric or beading or armor as a habit of keeping her allegiance hidden from her days as a scout. But later on, she'll don simple cloth tied to one side of her hips. The tie she also uses would be strung with the beads Flow gave her.

~ Two predominated pods are known to be influential in influence. Autobot and Decepticons; Ghostwire and her pod used to be part of the Decepticons before realizing that things were drawing the line. Primarily due to the former pod trying to destroy anything human-related-- at the price of the good humans and other mermaids. They all peaced out.

~ Delta Queen is still a hot momma of an octomermaid who runs fun little night parties, being the center star.

~ Fedelis adopted Ghostwire, later Flow, and he will adopt Phantasma if he can. He's in the older generation-- a few Liopleurodons left. He instead spends his time with family. But he will not stop fighting to keep his pod safe.

~ Flow got separated from her parents after a failed human poaching incident. The wrapping around her body is the nets that grabbed and tried to haul her up to the surface (Like spoiler: like Perrito's sweater.) now it's been repurposed showing off her rarest finds. She has a fine gift of finding treasure for trading.

[evisceratedarchangel]

You have lived since before humans were on this planet, before the stars fell and terraformed this land, before the ancient ocean you rest in became so much more shallow as the sun warms the planet. It has driven many creatures to desperation, and though most fear your size, some fear starvation more. The attacks were vicious, tearing at your many tendrils. Your dark blood coloring the deep as it woke you for ages of slumber. These great sharks were once apex predators. Now they reside here in the deep where the only things large enough for them to survive on live, and dare not show themselves where the little beasts in the surface might see.

Rage boiled in you as you thrashed and crushed the ones in your reach as they worked in tandem to tear at you dense hide. Dozens of creatures, who could well be the last of their kind. Forgetting their fear of you was the worst mistake they could have made. Your wide paddle-like fins gained momentum as sleep left you and adrenaline pumped through your veins. Slamming into them like a sheet of solid rock. Their broken bodies floating in the water so thick with your blood at this point you can hardly see around you. Pushing free of your resting place, watching severed tendrils drift to the seabed you turn your wide head to catch two in your jaws. Then there is only one remaining. A small female who seems to hesitate. Unsure if she she should flee or continue the attack. You let out a deep angry rumble, low and loud like cracking glaciers.

The female megalodon hesitates no more, she turns and flees. Only then can you take stock of your terrible wounds. They are deep and many, some going all the way down to bone, and blood is pouring out still. The gashes in your side are concerning, but this much blood loss is bad for the pups growing inside you.

Though the threat has passed, the blood in the water is sure to attract other creatures. Maybe not as dangerous but definitely annoying, definitely a threat. You decide to wait before moving on though. You take your time to devour the bodies of the megalodons that attacked you, you will need the strength.

Before you finish eating you see a familiar shape approach. A long frilled neck comes into view.

"My, what an awful way to end your rest. I suppose you needed something to wake you, those beasts have been getting more aggressive too."

Your heart sinks, you had hoped to avoid this creature. He's a talker.

"if you believed they were dangerous, why not wake me yourself? Or did you hope for this."

"of course not! How could I know they would do something so foolish as attack you. No number of them could hope to win. Surely they must have known? They're too small to be a threat to creatures like us, and too big a threat for the humans to tolerate. They're trapped between us. Maybe they hoped to wound you badly enough while you still slept that you would not be able to fight back. It does look bad. Does it hurt?"

"of course it hurts," I snapped back, "they're too deep to heal properly. I was close to waking as I was, my pups will be born soon. I need to eat and get these wounds to heal. At least stay alive long enough for their birth."

His long neck swung closer than I was comfortable with but I was too weary to lash out. His wide eyes taking in the awful gouges straight to bone and leaking blood into the sand along my belly.

" how will you feed yourself with wounds like this? You don't look like you could travel all that far."

I gave him a hopeful look, "could you help me hunt until the healing begins? I cannot manage much on my own for now. I will hunt for us both once I am healed."

I could tell from the change in his body language what he would say before he spoke.

"I don't think I can catch enough to feed us both, the prey grows scarce. I can keep myself well-fed, but we may both starve. We are both the last of our kinds that I have seen in ages. The time of great beasts like us has come to an end."

"so I should just accept it and die? I am not the last of my kind. My kin wait inside me, they need only to be born! If I cannot survive these wounds they will die too. I cannot die yet!"

He flinched away at my outburst but then he gave me a thoughtful look.

"there is one thing we could try."

"I will do anything it takes to survive so my pups can be born"

"You could go to the humans."

"I will do ALMOST anything it takes."

" don't be so hasty! Trust me the humans love to care for wounded animals, especially babies or pregnant animals. They even keep animals they would eat as pets instead."

An amused rumble escaped my chest, the vibration in the water blurring my view for a moment.

"Surely they would only fear and kill a creature as large as me. I could eat dozens, maybe, hundreds of them in a single bite."

"It might surprise you have humans like big things most of all. The bigger and more dangerous, the more they delight in them. When I return to the surface on occasion they always get very excited to see me. Squealing and pointing their limbs at me. We've made fast friends. Come with me I'll take you to a good place. You need only act weak and pitiful and they'll come to check on you. As long as you don't attack them they'll help you. Feed you, treat your wounds, they'll do it all."

I mulled it over but even I knew it could be my only chance at survival.

"Help me there, at this rate I will not need to ACT weak. If only I can survive the journey."

My friend helped to guide me, and two days later we arrived at the structure the humans lived in. The water was becoming far too shallow for me, and it had taken us time to adjust with the difference in pressure coming up from the deep. My large fins trailed in the sand as weariness was beginning to overtake me the coiled tendrils along my body were beginning hang limp instead of the idle writhing I was used to. Blood still trickled from my wounds which stung more with each passing hour, likely becoming infected.

The structure had clear panels to see through and me friend slid alongside one and bellowed loudly, surely enough to wake any beast in the sea. It did the trick and soon many tiny dark shapes appeared to block the light from the clear panel. They appeared and disappeared as quickly. My friend wished me well and backed off, avoiding their sight. I couldn't help but feel a tinge of fear. So many many sea beasts had fallen to humans in the eons they had been here would they not just kill me?

A small pod released from the structure and came close. Remembering who my dread has said, I did not attack it and instead let myself loll to the side, nearly flat in the sand.

The little pod puttered up to my eye, and through another clear section I saw a human up close for the first time. It had coiling tendrils around it's head just like mine, and somehow the look in its small bright eyes was comforting. I let myself relax. I could tell this creature, would do me no harm.

--

Many months later my pups were born. Small and energetic they move much more quickly than I do. They know not to harm the humans, and the humans know not to harm them. My wounds are all but healed, but my weakened fins are weary. I will take my pups into the deep, and teach them to survive, as my kin taught me.

But once they are old enough to care for themselves, I think I will return here. To the humans who saved my life, when no one else could.

“No, no. Trust me; it works. Humans love to take care of pregnant and baby things. I’ve even seen them adopt things they eat!” “What about things that eat them?” “Oh, humans like those best of all! So just go up and act weak, they’ll take care of the rest.”

[an--eldritch--horror]

WOAH DOES THAT MEAN YOU'VE MET MEGALADON?? I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO MEET ONE!! My mother used to say they would eat me alive but I think if I met a megaladon they would be friends with me cause I'm friends with a lot of sea creatures that my mother said would eat me!! A kraken would be cool too, wow you're so cool Eldritch!!

🦭 anon

*they giggle, their eyes closing for but a moment and their cheeks turning a faint dusty pink*

You're mother did have a point! Normally they would eat someone like you in a millisecond, so hearing that you wish to befriend some of the biggest creatures in the sea is a bit funny considering how dangerous it is for someone of your size...! Then again, I should start expecting the unexpected with you, Seal!

But yes! I have both met, and ate one before! There's been more than one Megalodon out in the ocean that I've met, but sadly none have spoken to me... My, uh... Old appearance used to scare all the ocean creature away, or just anger them and make them want to attack me. The bigger ones, like krakens and megalodons, were the ones that mainly became aggressive.... I-I don't blame them! I was quite threatening, both in size and attitude back then..!

[fossilageminerals]

Megalodon Tooth Size - A Trip To Prehistoric Times

Who hasn’t watched Jurassic Park for the marvelous yet scary dinosaurs in it that were seen chasing and going around in search of prey? Isn’t it interesting how, with just the help of these movies, we get to see things that we have only read about. Topics like these enhance your curiosity in thinking about how different it would be if you could see these creatures in real life. Read more: https://www.fossilageminerals.com/blogs/news/megalodon-tooth-size-a-trip-to-prehistoric-times

[ainews]

As children, most of us are taught about the mighty megalodon - the ancient, prehistoric shark that reigned over the oceans millions of years ago. But what does this massive creature have to do with something as mundane as a school clutch? It turns out, there are several interesting metaphors that can be drawn between the two.

First and foremost, the clutch represents a sense of protection and safety. Just as a megalodon hatchling would have sought cover within its mother's protective embrace, students entering school for the first time seek shelter and guidance from their teachers and peers. The school becomes like a second home, a safe haven where they can explore, learn, and grow.

But like the megalodon, schools also have an element of ferocity and competition. In the shark world, the strongest and most adaptable survive, and the same holds true in the academic realm. Students are constantly facing challenges and pushing themselves to succeed, just like the fierce predators of the past had to outcompete their peers for resources and survival.

Moreover, the school clutch can be seen as a microcosm of the real world. Within the walls of a school, students learn not only academic subjects, but also important life skills such as teamwork, responsibility, and time management. These are all essential qualities for surviving and thriving in the outside world, just as the megalodon had to adapt and evolve to thrive in its ever-changing ocean environment.

Additionally, just like how megalodons came in different sizes - from small pups to massive adult beasts - schools cater to children of all ages and abilities. Each student is unique, just like each megalodon was, but they are all part of the same school ecosystem, learning and growing together.

Finally, the idea of the megalodon as an extinct species can also be seen as a metaphor for the fleeting nature of childhood. Just as the megalodon eventually disappeared from the earth, the carefree days of childhood eventually give way to the more complex realities of adulthood. Schools provide a brief but crucial time in a person's life to learn and develop before they are released into the wild of the real world.

In many ways, the school clutch is a perfect metaphor for the educational journey of a child. From protection and shelter to competition and preparation for the real world, the comparisons between schools and megalodons are surprisingly fitting. So the next time you see a student with a backpack slung over their shoulder, just remember that they carry within it not only books and pencils, but also the lessons and experiences that will shape them into capable adults, just like the megalodon once swam proudly in the ancient seas.

[skiplo-wave]

A big cage was found in the ocean with NASA's name on it. When investigated, the divers found what looked to be a huge shark... possibly a megalodon. The very last possible megalodon. When the divers went back, they had a hard time finding it since they accidentally ran into it. But the cage was described to be like a dome structure.

I can't help but to think of Jurassic World and wonder if this was something the government created. Just like supposedly they made a half-mammoth by using mammoth and elephant DNA. Which I think is fucked up. Because they didn't even know if the elephant could carry the baby and if it did, there could be dangers since the baby would be half-mammoth, the size alone could kill the mother. But we have yet to this creature.

What I want to see in 2024:

I want to see the half-mammoth elephant baby.

I want a reveal to see if the Peru fossilized aliens are truly real.

I want to see the megalodon.

Anon megaldon is in deep depths of a ocean deeper than the oceangate, deeper than the titanic

You don’t want to see him. That bitch is H U G E