THE SNOW In The Mountains Was Melting And Bunny Had Been Dead For Several Weeks Before We Came To Understand

Some wips~ and I have a blue sky (polararts)

This is from one of my worldbuilding posts in response at the bias of temperate climates being considered the "default" in fantasy and fiction in general (so these are tags in response to tags in another post but try to keep up)

This is very true, and as someone from a subtropical region who has never truly seen snow, to me the danger that cold weather represents is, let's use the word, "exotic" when I read into writing. Things do get cold here, but the fact that there are entire months where things get cold enough that nothing grows and staying outside can outright kill you is not something I would get used to easily.

This is ESPECIALLY relevant when you're doing worldbuilding on pre-industrial societies. Nowadays we can go to the store in the deep of winter, but when most of the population is composed of subsistence farmers, the above dangers are more than fatal. In temperate regions, a great deal of effort in daily life was spent into getting ready for the winter; storing harvested crops and meat in one way or the other until the spring. A harsh winter or a bad harvest could and did mean people just starved to death.

In tropical and subtropical regions, you don't usually get a season where nothing grows. Actually, you do, most have a rainy and a dry season of some sort (in my region, you do get a relatively strong winter, but the main difference is rainy/dry), so the pace of life is regulated by rain, and there's also a greater diversity of crops (see for example the milpa/three sisters system of the Americas, still used today). It doesn't necessarily mean that tropical and subtropical regions had better food all the time, since they also faced the same challenges of dealing with bad harvests, droughts, and more (DROUGHTS, especially, are the kind of civilization-ending event), but they did sustain overall high population densities and extensive systems of irrigation. I'll admit I read this long ago and don't know where to look at it, but a good comparison would be the higher density of villages and small plots in rice-producing regions compared to those in more temperate places. The Americas were completely disrupted by European colonization so it's hard to make sweeping statements about them but if we believe 1491's research (there are some points in dispute there), they had very, very high population densities, and partly this must be because of year-round cultivation of a great variety of tropical and subtropical crops.

Indeed, cold places far away from fishing, for example, often had low populations because there simply wasn't enough reliable crops to support them. Until the widespread adoption of a calorie rich crop that can tolerate cold conditions. Can you guess which it is?

Senshi is a good cook in any scenario

the sillies

midnight rambling - some late night dialogue for your otp 

prompt list by @novelbear (had to take a mini mental health break haha, posts should be coming back soon <3)

“you’ve been tossing and turning for the last forty minutes. what’s up?”

 “what do you think you’d be doing right now if we never met?” 

 “are you asleep?” “…no.” 

 “do you think we’d still be a couple in an alternate universe?” “go to bed.” “what if we already got married and have five kids.” “go to bed.” 

 “i can’t sleep…” “me either.” 

 “it’s five a.m.” “we talked all night?” 

 “i’m still worried about tomorrow…” “do you want to talk and try to get your mind off of it?”

 “fine, i get your cereal-soup argument, but there’s nothing you can say to convince me that a hot dog is a damn sandwich.” 

 “you know when i was little, i always thought my toys would come alive when i’m not around like they would in Toy Story. i still think they do.” 

 “babe, i love you, but we both need to get up early.”

 “freeze. i know you’re not wearing socks and trying to go to sleep right now.” 

 “i’m cold, can we cuddle?” 

 “what if aliens think we’re the aliens.” “the hell are you talking about-” 

 “sitting here with you like this is nice…” 

 “i’m wondering why i’m freezing and i see you’ve stolen the entire blanket.”

 “do you want to know what [name] told me today?” 

 “so then- oh. you’re asleep.”  

pyro flamenco

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