#knigge

[colonellickburger]

Jens Knigge. Couvent de La Tourette - Roof garden, 2011

[manuelamordhorst]

Tipp: Vernissage von Über Belichtungen Jens Knigge

Vernissage 1. Februar 2025 um 17Uhr im Schloss Wiligrad | Ausstellungsdauer bis 16. März 2025 »ÜBER BELICHTUNGEN« Fotografien von Jens Knigge Jens Knigge wurde 1964 in Eilenburg geboren, lebt und arbeitet in Berlin. Abb.: Jens Knigge, Message of the Bottles, 2023, Platinum Palladium Prints, je 11,5 x 16,5 cm Knigges Arbeiten sind von einer reduzierten Bildsprache, einer nahezu…

[wmlz]

„Achte dich selbst, wenn du willst, dass andere dich achten sollen!“

Adolph Freiherr Knigge

[dutchjan]

June 14, 2024

[themnmovieman]

Movie Review ~ Mind Body Spirit

Instead of offering a fresh take on the format, a lack of robust execution in MIND BODY SPIRIT leaves the film uncentered and indistinct.

Mind Body Spirit Synopsis: An aspiring yoga influencer embarks on a ritual practice left behind by her estranged grandmother.Stars: Sarah J. Bartholomew, Madi Bready, KJ Flahive, Anna Knigge, Kristi NooryDirectors: Alex Henes & Matthew MerendaRated: NRRunning Length: 80 minutes Review: While the found footage horror film may have worn out its welcome thanks to a saturation of the market as…

[moviesandmania]

MIND BODY SPIRIT Supernatural yoga horror - new poster

‘Make space’ Mind Body Spirit is a 2023 found footage horror film about an aspiring yoga influencer who embarks on a ritual practice left behind by her estranged grandmother. The movie was directed by Alex Henes and Matthew Merenda from a screenplay co-written with Topher Hendricks. Produced by Jesse McClung and executive-produced by Dan Asma. The Sunday Scaries Production stars Sarah J.…

[telekitnetic-art]

🐻🌳🍃

(Commission for Kris Taquka'angcuk Knigge on bsky!)

[kaji-todoroki]

"My name is Kaji Black." "I am the son of the blue flame, Dabi, and the bearer of the frozen fire." "To the world, I am only the legacy of a fallen villain, an echo of the flames that once burned. But I am more than his son, more than the shadows of a past that is not my own."

account Info

This is an MHA/BNHA RP account

Kaji is an OC and of course not canon. He is a character I created and has nothing to do with Kohei Horikoshi

It's a secondary account, so I can't follow back. When I follow back, I do it with my main account @lura-valentine

Admin is 21+

Kaji is 16 - So make sure it doesn't get smut

English is not my native language. Due to my translator, some sentences may be posted in another language. Unfortunately, this happens unintentionally and sometimes I don't even notice that it's turned on.

Rules

I think you are familiar with the name Knigge. Therefore, I will spare myself the trouble of explaining the rules of common courtesy

Kaji is 16. He doesn't flirt with characters who are 20+

Racism of any kind is prohibited and will be blocked

all ships with -18 and +20 are also blocked

Words from the admin😊

Don't be afraid to write, Kaji won't bite your head off... but maybe he will freeze you... who knows this, if you not try?

Character Info

Name: Kaji (火児 - Firechild)

Anime/Manga: My Hero Academia / Boku No Hero Academia

Role: OC

Codename: Frostflame

Age: 16

Height: 1.77 (at 21 years 1.83)

Appearance:

Kaji is almost a carbon copy of his father Touya and resembles him except for his hair. He has Touya's turquoise blue eyes and his mother's black hair, but he has a single white strand of hair that comes from Touya's influence. Like his mother, Kaji has black wings, but they shimmer in blue.

Quirk name: Ice Phoenix

Quirk description:

Kaji's Quirk was created through a rare genetic cross between his parents' two Quirks and the specific genetic predisposition from Touya's bloodline.

He has the extraordinary ability to create flames that radiate extreme cold and have nothing to do with heat. These bluish-white flames are so cold that they can freeze anything they touch in a matter of seconds. His "fire" drains all heat from the surroundings and can even neutralize heat sources by freezing them.

Other information

Family: Kaji is the son of Rain (OC) and Dabi/Touya.

Personality:

Kaji is composed in nature and often presents a calm and controlled outer facade. Kaji is intelligent and strategic in his thinking, often keeping long-term goals in mind. Although Kaji usually remains composed, he has a very short nerve when it comes to provocation. When someone he is friends with is insulted or threatened, he becomes cold and ruthless in such moments, taking full pride in his Quirk. He shows no tolerance for attacks on his family and often reacts in such moments without regard for consequences.

OC Lore

Kaji Black was conceived shortly before the so-called Final War - one of the most decisive moments in the history of heroes and villains. At that time, his mother, Rain Black, was still closely connected to the League of Villains. But a private matter forced her to return to Europe.

As she was planning to return to the League's ranks to support Touya (Dabi) and the others, a fateful discovery changed everything: she was pregnant. Rain knew she had to protect her unborn child, so she decided to stay in Europe.

A painful thought accompanied her throughout her pregnancy - she did not know whether Touya or Keigo (Hawks) was the father, as she had been in a relationship with both men during that time. But when Kaji was born and Rain held him in her arms for the first time, the answer was obvious. His deep turquoise eyes and the characteristic snow-white streak of hair revealed without a doubt that Touya Todoroki was his father.

Kaji's childhood was carefree, marked by curiosity, energy and a constant desire to explore the world. He was a lively child who was deeply impressed by his uncle Ryen, the leader of the Black Wings. For Kaji, Ryen was a shining example - a man of impressive discipline, stoic calm and an almost unshakeable control, even in the most chaotic situations.

Ryen, whose Quirk "Thunderbird" gave him electrical powers, was the electrical counterpart of his sister Rain, who fought with her dark red flames. Together they led the Black Wings, an organization officially dedicated to rescuing and caring for orphans. But behind this facade, the Black Wings worked as mercenaries to finance the costs of their orphanage.

When Kaji was old enough, he began training to become a mercenary - a harsh and unforgiving lesson in the gray area between heroes and villains. He quickly learned that mercenaries were often viewed as dishonorable opportunists who walked the fine line between light and darkness. But for Kaji, the Black Wings were more than just a unit. They became his family - a dysfunctional, chaotic community held together by the strength of his uncle and mother.

But life as a mercenary was not without sacrifices. Kaji's faith in the loyalty of his unit was shaken in the hardest way when two of his closest comrades betrayed him. The betrayal targeted his life, and Kaji was forced to make a decision that would change him forever. In order to survive, he had to kill the two traitors.

This painful experience left a deep mark on him. From that moment on, Kaji changed - his lively, open personality was replaced by a stoic reserve. He began to take on strong characteristics of his father Touya: a man who went through life with a closed facade and controlled emotions.

But despite this change, one thing remained the same: Kaji's unwavering loyalty to his family. The Black Wings are his home, and Kaji would do anything to protect those he cares about - even if it means encasing his own heart in ice.

[hellotom14]

„Es gibt keine Notlügen; noch nie ist eine Unwahrheit gesprochen worden, die nicht früh oder spät nachteillige Folgen für jedermann gehabt hätte.“ Adolph Freiherr Knigge

Ich wünsche allen Lesern ein schönes Bergfest.

[sidecast-text]

"One day I received a large brown envelope in the mail. It was sent to me by Doctor Volkhard Knigge, the director of the Buchenwald Memorial Center. He enclosed a small envelope with his congratulatory note, and described what was in the envelope, so, in case I didn’t have the strength to look, I wouldn’t have to. The envelope contained a copy of the original daily report on the camp’s prisoners for February 18, 1945. In the “Abgänge”, that is, the “Decrement” column, I learned about the death of Prisoner #64,921 – Imre Kertész, factory worker, born in 1927. The two false data: the year of my birth and my occupation were entered in the official registry when I was brought to Buchenwald. I had made myself two years older so I wouldn’t be classified as a child, and had said worker rather than student to appear more useful to them.

In short, I died once, so I could live. Perhaps that is my real story."

Kertész Imre

[fabiansteinhauer]

Eigenbehaviour

Mein Knigge lässt sich in einem Wort fassen (in einer Falte ein- und ausknicken): Eigenbehaviour. Was man macht, das soll man aus dem machen, was man hat, um es zu haben. Eigenbehaviour ist ein Fremdwort und eine Pathosformel, ein entferntes Wort für etwas, was too much too soon (Rudolf Wiethölter) sein kann. Eigenbehaviour kann man mit Eigenbetragen oder Eigenbetrachtung übersetzen. Der kybernetische Imperativ darin wird so übersetzt: Handle stets so, dass die Anzahl Deiner Möglichkeiten sich erhöhen.

Kybernetisch muss der Satz weiter übersetzt werden, damit die Anzahl seiner Verträglichkeiten und Betrachtbarkeiten sich erhöht. Handle also stets/ beständig so, wie oben bereits erwähnt, aber handle unstets/ unbeständig anders: Handle unstets/ unbeständig so, dass Deine Möglichkeiten sich verkleinern und vermindern, damit sie in die Details und kleinen Ecken, unter das Sofa und unter das Gesetz kommen.

[speechbuble]

Sieht aus als stünde die Welt unter sünde

Umgebung macht mich dann zum Loser?

Dann ist die Welt wertlos

Fangen wir an bei Werte und Normen

Ist das weniger als Knigge und Wohlstand?

Die Frage ist so provokant formuliert, um sie als Balsam für den Ekel zu sehen, den ein Mensch durchmachen muss um das Gegenüber als gefährdung zu sehen.

Scheinbar ein ökosoziales Konzept um der freien Marktwirtschaft seine Freiheit zu erkaufen.

International scheinbar weit vorne in der Landes-Zugehörigkeit als Patriot ist Amerika

Hat jemand Ahnung was das Land antreibt?

[squadron-goals]

A short break from fighting and another injuriy

29.8.16

Last night we drank red wine and champagne and slept very well as a result. In the morning there was a service in which a priest called us poor, beaten people and tried to discourage our fellows as much as possible. This type of chaplain would need to be spat on considerably. In the afternoon, Vogel and I went for a walk along the canal, found a rowboat and used it for a bit. On the way back we heard a bloody scream in the bushes. Two 73s fought each other according to every rule of the art. One had found the other's wallet and didn't want to give it back. We snapped at both of them and ordered whoever was in the right to report the other. In the evening a thunderstorm broke out and at the same time a wild fire started in the direction of Maurepas. The strongest fire lasted about 1 hour, then continued all night.

30.8.16

Today it is constantly raining heavily. I was with Vogel and Sievers in Manancourt and Bertricourt, where I bought a large bottle of liqueur. The stomach 3 inches under alcohol seems to me to be the best thing here. The two places are overcrowded with field hospitals and there is terrible traffic there. We saw Captain Bökelmann with a captured Frenchman. It was a French reporter who got lost and was captured by us. By the way, Knigge from my platoon died. He was already paralyzed in both legs due to the shot through the spinal cord. By the way, we have a huge percentage of sick people, with the constant rain the straw in the tents is like manure, everything is constantly sitting on the latrines. I also had a pain in my stomach last night. At 9 a.m. we moved back to Combles. This time the brewery is occupied by the 3rd platoon, so my people are lying scattered in 4 different cellars. I'm now with the first group in a cellar that's not big, but a little more bombproof, which doesn't help much with these large calibers.

1.9.16

In the morning I browsed around a house that must have belonged to an antiques enthusiast. It was battered by several shells and looked pitiful for a friend of such facilities. On the walls hung a collection of old plates, the kind that northern French farmers like, old holy water fonts, many copper engravings, etc. Entire cabinets full of porcelain stood on the walls, and small, delicate leather volumes from the 18th century were scattered wildly on the floor. I found a copy of Don Quixote, which was certainly very valuable. There was also a box from an old goldsmith for weighing and checking the gold pieces. It is a pity that all this must be so depraved and corrupt, but given our difficult approach, every piece of luggage can be more of a problem. After dinner I brought from the house a volume of the illustrated supplements of the Petit Journal, which were full of wild tastelessness and can be found in every French home. Since these numbers were written at the time of the Faschoda affair, we Germans got off pretty lightly. While reading this I drank coffee, sat in the armchair and comfortably puffed on my short pipe. At about 7 a.m. I had turned the last page and went into the small anteroom in front of the basement entrance, where the food was always cooked. Corporal Meier was standing there with a number of people. A short time later there was a sharp bang close to us, at the same moment I felt a blow to my left lower leg. With the yell: "Now I've got one!" I jumped into the cellar. There I called for light and looked at the mess. There was a large hole in the back of the wrap gaiter, from which a pool of blood poured onto the floor. I must note that I kept my pipe in my mouth and continued to smoke throughout the entire scene. The people put me on a blanket, cleaned the wound and gave me water. I had a larger wound at the back above my ankle, and at the front there was a shrapnel ball that stood out clearly under the thick skin. They bandaged me up and called the paramedics. I groaned a little, but the pain wasn't too bad. I was placed on a stretcher and carried into the catacombs. Just like at Les Esparges, a long splinter flew over my stretcher. When we arrived at the first aid station, Chief Medical Officer Koch took me into his hands; Wetje was also there. Wetje held my head while the doctor immediately went to my poor leg with a knife and scissors and cut out the bullet. Then I was carried into the deepest abyss of the catacombs, where Paulicke soon arrived. I still had diarrhea from the forest camp, which is why I often had to sit on a jagged, sharp-edged can that Paulicke had provided. With me for company was Ensign Wohlgemut. Vogel and Sievers were also with me and finally the lieutenant colonel came and said that if I needed Paulicke, I should take him with me, whereupon he decided to go on a pilgrimage to Germany with me. Finally at 11 o'clock I was picked up, carried to the Combles-Frégicourt exit and there loaded with three other seriously wounded people into an ambulance, which set off at a trot over shell holes and other obstacles to Sailly, ignoring the screams and groans of the wounded. Shells often fell near us. Just like last April in Les Esparges, transport along a road that was bombarded. The experiences of war are often repeated.

2.9.16

In the afternoon I came to the officers' station at the casualty collection point in Fins. In the room with me  were an officer with a torn-off hand, one with a shot in the arm and one with shrapnel in his knee. During the night a Bavarian first lieutenant came with a nervous breakdown. The very eager and kind nurse said that since the offensive began, 30,000 wounded had come through Fins alone! What are these numbers? A miserable shot in the leg makes you feel really small. I had a bit of a fever at the beginning of the night, but then it went away.

3.9.16

In the afternoon I was loaded onto a hospital train that went to St. Quentin. It was just a temporary quarter and also very crowded. To my left lay Lieutenant Vinke, the cousin of the Hanover castle priest. He had lost his left hand. To my right was a zoology student, Lieutenant Böhme, who had stepped on a hand grenade. His right foot was horribly burned and partially charred, but he was still a very happy fellow and recited poems by Borries v. Munchausen.

4.9.16

Last night our Major Ahlemann from our regiment came, as did three lieutenants who I don't know very well. I seem to have had incredible luck again, because our battalion had barely gotten into position when the English barrage began. After ten hours of preparation, the English attacked, took Guillemont and even advanced to the edge of the Leuce Forest. We launched a counterattack, but at the beginning of dusk the company dug into the open field, where they received heavy fire even in the twilight. From this shootout came the 3 wounded officers. They said that my battalion must have been destroyed or captured, because no flare could be seen from behind, every connection, including that to the K.T.K. had been cut off. When I think about the loss of so many good comrades, I feel a little sad. As if by a miracle, this unimportant injury rescued me from such a fate and yet, strange as it may sound, I would have liked to share the fate of my comrades and let the iron dice of war roll over me too. I have already experienced a lot in this greatest war, but I have not yet been granted the goal of my war experiences, the onslaught and clash of the infantry. Targeting the enemy and facing him head-to-head is something different than this eternal artillery war. So let the wounds heal and then go back out, my nerves aren't enough yet!

[moviesandmania]

MIND BODY SPIRIT Supernatural yoga horror

‘Make space’ Mind Body Spirit is a 2023 American found-footage horror film about an aspiring yoga influencer who embarks on a ritual practice left behind by her estranged grandmother. The movie was directed by Alex Henes and Matthew Merenda from a screenplay co-written with Topher Hendricks. Produced by Jesse McClung and executive-produced by Dan Asma. The Sunday Scaries Production stars Sarah J.…

[rain-black-oc]

Account Info

This is an MHA/BNHA RP account

Rain is an OC and of course not canon. He is a character I created and has nothing to do with Kohei Horikoshi

It's a secondary account, so I can't follow back. When I follow back, I do it with my main account @lura-valentine

Admin is 21+

English is not my native language. Due to my translator, some sentences may be posted in another language. Unfortunately, this happens unintentionally and sometimes I don't even notice that it's turned on.

Rules

I think you are familiar with the name Knigge. Therefore, I will spare myself the trouble of explaining the rules of common courtesy

Racism of any kind is prohibited and will be blocked

all ships with -18 and +20 are also blocked

Character Info

Picture was made for me

Name: Rain Black

Anime/Manga: My Hero Academia

Role: OC

Codename: Firewing

Age: 20/21

Size: 1,68m

Origin: European roots

Occupation: Mercenary

Appearance:

Rain Black is a black-haired, young woman with deep red eyes and an average height. She wears black wings on her back and her feathers shimmer in a blood-red hue, giving her a mysterious and majestic appearance.

Quirk name: Darkfire Phoenix

Quirk description

Dark Red Flames: Rain's fire is dark red to almost black and can turn any matter into ashes or strengthen it in seconds if desired.

Feather Control: Her feathers can only be controlled by using their flames. Each individual spring contains a fire core that can be activated as soon as the spring is released from its wings. Once the fire core is consumed, the feather turns to ash and immediately regenerates on its wings.

Heat resistance: Rain is absolutely immune to heat and fire. Even extremely high temperatures cannot harm it.

Other information

Personality:

She often seems naive and ignorant and thus hides her actual intelligence. She loves to be protected, even if she doesn't need to be protected. She knows how attractive she is and uses her feminine charms dominantly to wrap men around her finger. She has a lot of empathy and a strong protective instinct towards the helpless. In battle, she is often reserved, pretending to be insecure before revealing her true nature, and confidently demonstrating her power.

Family:

She is the mother of Kaji - son of the blue flame, Dabi

Ryen (her brother)

OC Lore

Picture was made for me

Rain Black comes from a wealthy family, but her life took a dark turn when her parents died in a car accident. She and her older brother Ryen were then taken in by their uncle, a man who not only raised them, but also trained their Quirks and subjected them to rigorous military training. From an early age, the siblings learned to hold their own in battle, develop strategies and survive in a world that was not intended for them.

But over the years, their uncle's true nature was revealed. When Rain was old enough, he planned to force her into marriage in order to further expand his own power. However, while negotiating with potential husbands, Rain discovered a terrible secret - her uncle led a double life. He was a human trafficker, specializing in children with animal-like Quirks, whom he either bought or kidnapped. Just like Rain and Ryen, he trained them militarily, but not to protect them. His goal was to sell them - as soldiers, mercenaries or private bodyguards, broken and shaped to his will.

For Rain and Ryen, there was no choice. They faced their uncle in a merciless battle, and in the end it was Ryen whose electric sword feather cut through the man's heart and ended his dark empire. But with his death he left them not only his blood-soaked body – but also all the children he had collected, children who now had no family, no home, no place to return to.

So Rain and Ryen became something they never planned. They took the children in, gave them shelter, a future - and founded Black Wings. On the outside, an organization that cares for orphans, a safe haven for those who have nowhere else to go. But behind this facade, they finance themselves in a way that few see through: through mercenary contracts, discreet missions in the shadows of a world that knows no place for weakness.

[hellotom14]

„Handle gut und anständig, weniger anderen zu gefallen, eher um deine eigene Achtung nicht zu verscherzen.“ Adolph Freiherr Knigge

Ich wünsche allen Lesern einen schönen Freitag.