I decided to try out kinbor weeks. Since 2024 hasn't yet started, I decided to experiment with some layouts on notes pages before the start of a new year. Honestly, my anxiety about tasks is down quite a bit because there is not as much white space to fill as it was in Leuchtturm 1917 vertical weeklies. Plus kinbor size is much better for me and the planner is lightweight. Also I want to note that kinbor paper isn't printer white and also isn't very cream. It's right in the middle and I kinda like it even tho I'm more of a cream color person.

Honestly, I've been a little lazy with tracking anything that's not mental health related because I've been obsessing over my new guitar so things became forgotten.

my january and february daily spreads

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for someone who journals a page a day, i don't say much LOL

will be flipping through my commonplace soon -- need to add some photos in first :)

my new planner for 2024 !!

i’m so excited, can’t wait to use it

feeling like a complete clown rn because I want to get a hobonichi cousin, but there’s no reason why I shouldn’t just get another A5 Kinbor (*I had one this year, 2023) which has the same type of daily pages and only costs $17 instead of $63. But there’s a complex in my brain that’s like “no, a Real Cousin(Tm) would be better”

Время писанины 📝

self portrait

Dragon Pangzi! Dragon Pangzi! Dragon Pangzi!

Happy new year!!

finally able to use my 2024 planner 🩷💗

Some spreads from my completed commonplace book ☆

I used kinbor weeks (hobonichi dupe) notes pages, and basically followed Megan Rhiannon's (@petite-gloom 's) commonplace system to a t.

This was my first time consciously keeping a commonplace book, but I had lived my whole life collecting random quotes from here and there, so getting the hang of it was almost effortless. I'm now moving into a slightly bigger book and changing a few things from the system that didn’t work for me. I'm excited to look back on this commonplace book on the future and see glimpses of who I was when I worked on it; I'm glad I decided to start it.

Kinbor (makes a lot of dmbj merch) held an event in Hangzhou for Zhang Qiling's birthday. (x)

WIP Tuesday

Apologies for the late reply to @adflictionem tagging me. It's been a busy time lately.

So this time around I decided I'd share a snippet from the prologue of the original project I've been working on called Into the Wilds.

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In a four-poster bed, canopied and adorned in velvet and brocade whilst propped up upon a mountain of tasseled pillows, a boy no more than six years of age once burned from the inside-out. Sweat ran down his frail body in rivulets, coated him in a slick layer of suffering and sick that soaked through the satin sheets as surely as the magic fighting to escape the bonds of his body sparked and crackled like kindling. Flesh burned and bubbled as the fires raged beneath his skin, glowing like embers behind his fluttering eyes and singing his lashes short. Every exhale scorched the air and the boy trembled and writhed with each wave of roiling arcane flame beneath his skin. Desperately trying to kick off the sheets for some sort of relief with every rising and falling bulge of hot air that distorted his small body. Charred lips coughed forth ash and vomit in equal measure while his attendants worked furiously to ease his pain, brows beading with perspiration from the proximity and lips moving in fervent incantation behind their masks.  

They had tried to don the typical masks with their long, curved beaks full of fragrant herbs, their meager respite from the stench of bile and malaise and threads of magic gone rotten and withered. But in addition to scaring the child, an already addled mind warping them into nightmares, they had only melted and peeled away in his presence. So sweltering and relentless had he turned the very air itself. The three of them had scarcely been in the room for more than an hour and already Randel’s robes cleaved to his damp skin, his throat as bone-dry as a desert and he had to wipe the sweat from his brow against what little purchase could be found on his shoulder. He dared not lower his arms for if he did, he could not guarantee they would come back up again. There was only so much thread one could pull from the Great Tapestry and if one kept spinning and weaving then maybe you could convince it to let you eke out a bit more, and he had been coaxing it to allow him a stretch more for several minutes, shifting spells like notes in a song through gritted teeth and bleary eyes. He feared that if he stopped for a single moment, even just to rest, he would cut the cord entirely. Whether temporarily or for good, well, no one knew anymore. Not these days. Not when any day you could awake to find the very same threads you once called friends strangling you, dragging you down into the depths of the illness you had been called to cure.  

Nor was Randel’s job the simplest. A year ago, his greatest feat had been piecing together a bone nearly shattered to splinters. A long and laborious process that had lasted days, hours spent coaxing and weaving to put every meticulous piece back in its place like a mosaic and fuse back together again. If only he had known the incident would have made him invaluable, given him an air of expertise he had not felt then and certainly did not now. He had cleared the rot from lungs, purged impurities from blood, and reconstructed the odd mauled limb or face. But to knit the delicate tissues of organs back together only for his carefully stitched seams to be ripped apart by the raging arcane in one’s own body and be forced to re-repair the damage even as he worked to shield another from the onslaught...that was another matter entirely. It was exhausting. Even more so when you were all too aware that the very same could happen to you, and you might not even have the luxury of a mother holding back tears at your bedside unable to so much as hold your hand.  

Across from him, Kinbor’s slender fingers shook, and her eyes welled with tears of frustration as every summoned sheet of ice melted and steamed in an instant. The woman was a war magus, far more accustomed to conjuring storms from across a battlefield and cooling the fever of an injured soldier than bearing witness to babes slaughtered from within. They were all called to a single cause now whether they liked it or not. Trying and usually failing to pull the lives of their fellow mages from the brink, and then praying to all the kids they’d live long enough themselves to see the end of the scourge.  

At least if he died here, Randel’s parents could say he made it to the royal palace. Maybe they would even frame his letters. He did not care to think how creatively the plague might turn his own magic against him. Maybe his blood would turn to bile. Maybe it would choke him by calcifying his flesh to bone. Or maybe everything in him would simply wither one part at a time. He had yet to personally see how it ravaged one like himself, though he knew it had happened. Such was the nature of disease and the death it carried. 

What a time to have finished his training. What a way for so many to awaken to what should have been the greatest cause for celebration, the realization of grand potential and opportunities. Only for it all to be rendered a death sentence.  

Behind him, the sister sobbed, her face buried in her mother’s skirts just as it had been the day before. The boy was lucky, Randel had surmised in the span of his first week coming and going from the lad’s finely furnished room, spares were often given far less. After all, another could always be made. Yet even as the many toys had been cleared away for the ease of the stampeding steps of healers and doctors alike, no expense had been spared. Had it not been for the other two lots now recovering in their borrowed chambers, they would have known no rest caring for him around the clock as they were.  

Were they not constantly checking themselves for signs, they might have felt more automatons than people. Did they even taste the food they shoveled into their mouths these days. 

The boy’s mouth moved, but only parched breaths came out.  

“Somebody, get the lad some damn water,” wizened Jackin hissed beneath the strain of fruitlessly seeking the heart of the ailment yet again. Each day seemed to bear him yet another gray hair.  

“I-I’m a little busy,” chattered Kinbor, every word wisping pale before her blue-tinged lips.  

They knew better than to make demands of Randel at this point. Restoring life to the charred and blackened half of the boy’s spleen was currently taking up half his focus, the other was preoccupied with fending against the voracious flames licking at his liver.  

It was the mother who dutifully put the bowl of tepid water to her son’s lips. He swallowed weakly, wheezing and sputtering as she pressed her lips into a thin line. Half spilled down either side of his wan face, hollowed out by the weeks of illness and confinement.  

Sorry to bother you, wanted to ask what planners do you use and where did u buy them

dw! I use the "kinbor" 2024, similar to the hobonichi techo but I prefer it for the space on the page (the hobonichi on each page has a lot of space used for sentences below).

I personally bought it in a store in my town, but on internet I think you will have no problems in finding it.

common snake names + tolkienesque forenames

Adohing Ador Adorlach Adren Adûnake Agdufth Agdur Alas Aleboa Almagdur Ambardir Amoovi Amrodder Amrombus Anake Andir Andsnake Angelegil Anna Annake Annor Anoron Anui Araddeamûl Araddern Aradrion Arahil Arahir Aran Arandil Aras Arch Arcomba Ardador Ardsnar Arecthake Aren Arfin Arik Arin Aring Arry Arting Arumel Arvedart Asting Augla Aushmar Ausindor Azagas Azôn Bacil Bador Balchar Barethróm Barveg Batarper Belan Beleb Beliane Bellpyth Belwë Beredsnake Beregrowin Bergol Beryathmo Blin Blion Blur Boacir Bolas Bolfielan Bolgriën Bollacir Bori Borl Bown Brador Brahambron Brahind Brastartel Brasto Brata Bratandura Breen Brinzil Briontnos Bríandil Bush Bóri Bórin Caraian Caravor Cargil Cargond Cateron Celedsnake Celegor Celmalf Celmoc Cilmargel Cilmoundor Cobradder Cobral Comin Condil Condregir Coth Crod Croseviper Curion Círi Círiën Ddeamdís Deledvi Dera Dereensna Deren Deór Dilm Diondil Diriel Dorli Dróf Duingel Duinyanboa Dumen Durod Dwyn Dáinduglin Dáinelm Déagdur Déod Déodriong Ecoth Ecth Eglu Elagolda Eldwattië Elebrannak Eleg Elemnatiën Elengrór Ellsevider Elmonnoser Elroden Elroder Elromë Emirë Emmacir Emnatsnake Erown Esnadorn Esnake Eyed Eyelfara Eäregam Eärenwë Eärn Eärwendis Falcwin Faldondra Falmoc Fandis Fastcoa Fimlir Finake Findir Finedvi Flyin Flyë Folegolë Folen Follum Formoothog Forn Freesna Fréaglum Fréagolf Fróf Fíripsnake Gala Galger Gaspitto Gertsnacil Gilassil Gilir Gilkaláf Gilma Gilmaegue Gilran Gilzôr Gimil Gimlador Glack Gladdern Glia Glianake Glingnor Glinroster Goldug Golfara Golorn Gondur Gopherim Goron Gosnake Gran Grapheamûl Grazôr Greth Grielephel Grion Grod Grodh Grondsnan Grímaldor Gróf Gwariën Gwatair Gwatsnake Gwigsnake Hadan Hadoros Hadoroth Haindilmo Haith Hake Haldwaed Halenwë Halimo Halin Hambar Hancoro Harth Hedhrad Hedsnake Helendor Helin Henel Herke Hielach Hilimo Hognor Huorlion Hámo Hámondor Ibûnake Idugli Imbatar Incob Ingli Khâl Khôr Kinbor Kingbor Kingel Kíliador Kúviper Kúviperin Kúvipsnake Lemnake Lenake Leth Litvin Lumennost Léodder Léomin Léomir Lúthráin Lúvalsnake Mack Maen Maerke Magluntan Magon Magossnake Maher Maingothon Make Malan Mald Malmviper Mamsnake Manake Mant Maradagor Maras Massaus Maur Maviper Meranakand Mern Mielegor Mildoron Minake Miriduil Nake Nalaugastë Nelmë Nien Nienbroth Nigsnardir Náindil Nákh Nákhîm Náringling Nóli Nólithráin Nómil Ohel Ohil Olastrimli Ollsecobel Ondri Orfine Ormendil Orod Ortden Ossand Pala Palas Palmamûl Pateleg Patur Pereel Perne Perrosnake Pesnake Pesnara Phar Phariel Piper Piperm Pithor Pitë Pripsna Pyth Pythmake Pyttâri Queenst Rahin Rairyon Ranger Rannatáron Raper Raviper Ravipercel Ring Rubber Sadomir Saeg Sake Santatar Sara Saras Saren Sartz Sarë Saulë Saurumond Scar Scardad Scasili Sedsnake Shandalas Sher Shviel Sinsnake Siond Smoc Smontil Smor Sméawiger Spithôn Stcor Stonduild Stondur Stredsnach Tacatighâd Tachali Tanfauglor Taranwatch Tarielin Tart Tendur Thar Thelmo Thin Thman Thon Thor Thornsnake Thráing Thôn Tirgol Tulas Tuollument Turuntius Twigsnara Twin Uffang Ufimiel Ugli Uilmvienwë Uinatelm Uind Ulancar Ulfaldir Umboa Undis Undradran Uollui Uoramslar Vaingcob Vaittineda Vanake Vandir Vannake Vanurod Varfiel Vatelwë Vattlebras Vattor Vind Viperyar Vánake Waer Waldil Waro Watsnakin Whielmo Whilmë Yahicth Yáviper Zimburth Éombol Éoth Éotsnake Éowbowyn Írion Írioron Óinberion Óine

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