#Earthquake Readiness

[westvalleyfaultph]

Nationwide Earthquake Drill Prepares the Philippines for "The Big One"

On Friday, regions across the Philippines participated in a crucial earthquake preparedness exercise as part of the Nationwide Simultaneous Earthquake Drill (NSED) for the second quarter of the year. This coordinated effort was led by the Office of the Civil Defense (OCD), focusing on a scenario where a magnitude 7.2 earthquake, known as “The Big One,” strikes due to the movement of the West…

[guesst]

every day i wake up and i think about this scene specifically

[mediacircuspod]

I JUST KNOW THAT SOMEBODY IS GOING TO KISS THAT OLD MAN!!! I KNOW IT!!!! I mean they’re definitely going to make him a vampire, but SOMEBODY IS GOING TO KISS HIM, too.

[teawiththegods]

What I wanna know is who in New Jersey pissed Poseidon off to cause that earthquake??? Did we learn nothing from Odysseus???

[hassanatforusmk]

🇵🇸 Palestine | Criminals throughout history have the same ideas:

NETANYAHU’S SPEECH EXPLAINING WHY BOMBING A “CHILDREN’S HOSPITAL IS NOT TERRORISM”

[bidisasterevankinard]

Correct me if I'm wrong, but Eddie and Buck before lightning had the same score of near death experiences. But now 3:4

Bullet in Afghanistan vs Fire truck

Well in 3x15 vs Tsunami

Shooting vs embolism

? vs lightning

[space-arsonist]

Talion would have cut his hair if he hadn't known how important it is for an uruk. This does not prevent him from pulling Zog's hair and waking up the uruk in the middle of the night, so he knows his hair was once again trying to asphyxiate him.

[deadmantis]

Since I'm at another country now I was wondering if anyone has weird travelling habits?

[toomanysubcultures]

guys i might be turning into a math and social studies girlie instead of being a science and english girlie

[chloeworships]

I had a dream of an upcoming earthquake

I saw the ground tilted on its axis, felt the earth move and saw cracks through an asphalt pathway….so be ready.

This could be why I had that vision of Death shovelling bones and dead body parts.

There is a judgement element to this. Recall, when Death used his sword and struck the ground 3x’s… we experienced three devastating earthquakes last year.

[westvalleyfaultph]

Strengthening Disaster Preparedness: Philippine Army's 3rd Infantry Division Takes Part in Nationwide Earthquake Drill

In a proactive move towards disaster preparedness, the 3rd Infantry (Spearhead) Division of the Philippine Army actively engaged in the fourth-quarter Nationwide Simultaneous Earthquake Drill (NSED). The exercise took place at General Macario B. Peralta Jr., Jamindan, Capiz, on November 9, showcasing the division’s commitment to enhancing its Humanitarian Assistance and Disaster Response (HADR)…

[diejager]

Omfg pervy roommate König!!! And his poor little roommate is none the wiser to how he abuses her poor cunt every night. He does such a good job fucking his load into her that she confides in him as a friend that she’s pregnant and is super shocked!! But that’s okay, he’ll always be there for her. Now she’ll never be able to leave him. <3

Cw: forced pregnancy, NON-CON/CUB-CON, DARKFIC, pervy!önig, perverted behaviour, somnophilia, dacryphilia, breeding kink, possessive behaviour, pregnancy, drugging, tell me if I missed any.

You’re blissfully unaware of his advances, or his nightly excursions into, pumping his cum into your already filled womb and putting a baby into you. He liked how disoriented and confused you look the day after, waking up pantieless, your bedsheets crusty and dried cum sticking to your thighs. You always come to him for advice, wanting to know why you came all over yourself, leaving you covered in your own slick and cheeks burning with shame when you told him, oblivious of his gleeful eyes narrowed down at you with a hidden grin.

It goes on for a while, he feeds sleeping pills - the ones from his prescribed-bottle for his insomnia - breaking half a pill down to a fine powder and spike your bedtime drink, waiting for you to doze off, sleeping so deeply that even an earthquake wouldn’t wake you up, and he fucks you. He, sometimes, takes his time, thrusting slowly, enjoying the slow and romantic pace, feeling you wrapped around him. Other times, he goes feral, pounding and bruising you, hands manhandling you into the prettiest position to let him fuck you deeper, the head of his red, angry cock kissing your cervix brutally.

You don’t take pills or any contraceptives, letting your monthly cycle roll over and deal with the cramps with painkillers. So he’s not surprised when you come crying to him about being pregnant after going to see your doctor about your daily nausea and stomach pains. He expected you to be pregnant after so many nights of filling you up, pushing load after load of fertile cum - he takes supplements to make him more virile - into your young womb, what he didn’t put into account was the long time it took to finally knock you up, the months he spent waiting and biting the skin off his thumb until it bled to have you round and plump with his child.

You had the prettiest face when you cried, eyes puffy and lips pouty, it made his cock stir, throbbing in his pants. It drove him wild, seeing you cry and whine about not being ready to be a mother, still so young and oblivious to who the father was —you didn’t even remember the last time you fucked anyone. König spent the day comforting you, wiping your swollen eyes with high-quality cashmere tissues he bought just for you, whispering sweet lullabies to you until your tears stop - much to his chagrin - and cradled you in his lap, fingers thumbing the soft fat of your thighs, running soothing circles with his calloused thumb.

He’ll wait until the baby’s born to tell you he’s the father, he might not be patient enough to sit around and wait, but he is patient enough to know when he should and when he shouldn’t wait. He’ll care of you until you come to term. He has the money to buy you whatever you need, KorTac is the best paying PMC and he was a colonel in the past, racking up a large sum of money before he signed a contract. Your cravings, your needs, your wants and whatever else you ask, your roommate - your soon-to-be-husband - König will take care of everything.

What a nice roommate you have, no?

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[augustinewrites]

jealous zhongli my beloved

nestled right in the heart of qiaoying village sits a cozy little apothecary run by you and zhongli. 

your little shop is popular for locals and tourists alike, perfect for people looking for natural remedies or just a new tea brew. today is a little bit slower, with everyone in liyue harbor celebrating lantern rite. so zhongli sits in the back with a half drained cup of tea, reviewing the shop’s finances and balancing the books while you work up front, greeting and assisting the last few customers of the afternoon. 

every so often he lets his focus drift to where you’re working, passing out unlit sparklers to a trio of young children. you shake your head when their parents try to pay, smiling softly when the young ones thank you excitedly and rush out, dragging the adults behind them. 

zhongli’s mind begins to wander to the future, as it often does on days such as this. perhaps next year, you’d be handing sparklers to children of your own.

“are you almost ready to go?” you ask, appearing in the doorway, just as he’s brainstorming baby names in the margins of his work. “i’m waiting on one last gentleman, then we can close for the day.”

zhongli leans back, watching you with a measured expression as he considers your words. “i see. may i ask who this gentleman is? he must be important, if we’re waiting for his business.” 

amusement dances across your expression. “he came by yesterday while you were in the city, inquiring about teas. i think you’d enjoy his company, he reminded me of you. incredibly knowledgeable, wise beyond his years, not to mention very handsome…”

now he was really aching to leave, but not to the harbor to witness the festivities. he was aching to take you home, grab his spear, then return and wait for this gentleman.

you look over your shoulder when the bell at the front door tinkles. “oh! there he is!” 

“i should greet him,” zhongli suggests (though it doesn't really sound like a suggestion). “i'm sure we have much to discuss.”

“alright, my love. lead the way,” you tease, letting him position himself in front of you. 

zhongli forces a somewhat pleasant smile and tone as he greets the customer clad in the fineries of…fontaine. 

it takes all of three seconds for him to realize that this is no customer. 

but he can't do anything, not in front of you, and he’s sure the hydro dragon wouldn't be so foolish to threaten the safety of one’s mate. 

“monsieur neuvillette!” you greet cheerily, peeking around zhongli’s defensive stance. “i have the tea blends you ordered stored in the back. i’ll go grab them.” 

so begins a true gentleman’s argument. 

“welcome. is there anything i can assist you with in the meantime?” (why have you come?)

the chief justice smiles, though it looks practiced and every bit as forced as zhongli’s. “i’ve just come because i admire fair prices.” (i've come for justice)

zhongli has always known this confrontation would come. though the authority of the original elemental dragons has disappeared from the world, a new generation has come to reclaim what was lost. 

“i see.” (i see)

“i've heard much about this place from the locals.” neuvillette says, fearlessly holding eye contact with the archon. “you’ve created quite the human life for yourself, morax. an artifact appraiser, funeral consultant, and now you run a successful apothecary with your lovely mate.”

something old, draconic, possessive rumbles through veins. 

neuvillette merely chuckles as the earth beneath the shop trembles lightly. 

though you return just in time to quell the impending earthquake, zhongli’s possessiveness flares through no fault of his own. dragons mate for life, and though he has the utmost trust in you, he does not trust the dragon from fontaine smiling so politely at you. 

with his gaze narrowed so dangerously, he misses the amused look you cast up at him when his hand grasps your waist, securing you at his side. 

“thank you for your patronage, monsieur, but we are now closed. safe travels back to fontaine.”

he doesn't bother waiting for a reply, dragging you away from the counter and into the back room as you try to look over your shoulder.

“thank you for coming, monsieur–”

zhongli presses his lips to yours before you can say his name, the hand not gripping your waist cupping the back of your neck as he crowds you against the wall. 

there’s only one, foolproof way to mark you as his.

good thing he already has names picked out.

[legayllyblonde]

(I was ready to hug it out with him, but he's just the same, prideful Edgeworth.)

Bonus NRMT for under the cut:

I think one of the reasons Edgeworth was less receptive to Phoenix's concern after the earthquake in 3-5 (and also perhaps why Phoenix didn't try to actually hug him) was because they were talking at an active crime scene with cops all around. Edgeworth really picked the most uncomfortable place on the map to compose himself, lol. I like to think if they were talking alone they'd be more open with each other.

[mossfoxx]

I drew some mushrooms!! thats it thats the whole post 😌🍄