#niccho

[icarusreign]

icarusreign ( with @niccho ): took this idiot w/ me to the horror movie 'thon @/encorecinema. he's abt to hate my ass lol

[dvpendable]

› growing together with @niccho . . . 🌱

there's small splatters of clay scattered around the studio - a collection of gray smears painted across the tarp at their feet, showing that someone had been hard at work trying to perfect their latest masterpiece. but danbi isn't sure if she can confidently call the lopsided teacup and saucer she made to be a paragon. especially when nic had spent the majority of the class gently coaching her on how to shape her creation, and how to not lose control of the pottery wheel as she often did whenever she took up his offer on coming to a class. despite his patient and thorough lessons, she had stepped on the pedal a little too hard and most of the materials had splashed up and stained her apron.

"that was a really fun class," she says with a smile after the last of the patrons leave, the corners of her mouth curving upwards as she turns to him. even if she wasn't the most coordinated student, danbi had still given the lesson her all and had enjoyed herself despite her slight blundering. "you're a really good teacher. it's no wonder your classes book up so quickly," she chimes, the words true and genuine. nic had an undeniable knack for putting others at ease, and though danbi wasn't the most extroverted of creatures, his warm disposition encouraged her to come today even when things like this were out of her comfort zone. "do you want to stop and get something to eat on the way home? it'll be my treat - since you, uh . . had to clean up after me and all."

danbi's cheeks flush ever so slightly as she thinks back to how out of all the other attendees, her station had been the most chaotic. "sorry again about that." she adds after a beat, shuffling her feet from side to side as she waits patiently for nic to finish attending to the last few closing tasks before they can begin their trek home. as soon as he turns off the last light, the smaller of the two turns to the door to push it open, only for it to not budge. danbi blinks once, twice . . . she tries again, putting forth a little more weight and effort this time, but it doesn't so much as squeak. she turns to him, eyes widening and a little bewildered. "it's . . . stuck?"

[solstitios]

are you bored yet? @niccho / ansong fall carnival ... continued from these texts that, in fact, did talk callum into wearing an actual superman costume underneath his clark kent costume

the last thing callum looks for in public is attention. he still can't wrap his head around when people have to stare when he's putting out fires — yeah, sure, they can be scary and dangerous, but why is it that disasters always leave people more dazed and confused, rooted to the spot, when they have every free will not to? why not run? is destruction really that fascinating?

but also, couldn't the same be said for halloween costumes? did everyone really have to be so obvious when they were choosing to stare?

"i should just let you go without that damn thing." the two of them are a comedically stark contrast of one another, nic's twisted garb of thin sheeted fabric wrapped scantily around his torso and waist to cover him in only the most necessary areas while callum is... a very unhappy looking and fully clothed clark kent. he tugs at the collar of his dress shirt uncomfortably. in the midst of the halloween stalls and carnival rides and everything else overloaded their senses, nic had misplaced his phone which equated to a mild public freakout and callum's drive to jump out of this costume even more severe.

his sixth attempt to call nic's voice comes with no avail. callum's screen goes dark and he blows a small raspberry with his lips, mentally thumbing through his recollections all the stalls and benches they'd been at during the day. he eyes his friend's costume again and squints at a sudden realization. "wait a minute. that thing doesn't have pockets or anything? you were just holding your phone the entire day? when was the last time you remember having it?"

[kkotdaun]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [incoming for @niccho] ࿐ྂ

crouching down to get a better view of the snacks on the bottom shelf she spots something out of the corner of her eye. the realization that something is on the floor beside her hits slowly. maybe it’s the thc in her system, or maybe her brain is just working on a turtles speed today. or the third, and far more likely option, is she’s just way way too high. either way, it takes her a few full seconds to glance over at the object. once she does she realizes it’s a shoe… an oddly familiar one. wiggling her toes seems to take some extra effort at this moment, especially coordinating well enough to recognize which foot she’s decided to wiggle the toes of first. right foot - she thinks there’s a shoe there, feels like there is anyway. left foot on the other hand only feels sock and the cold of the floor. “shit..” she mumbles, before leaning over to try and reach the shoe only to end up falling over completely - the impact with the ground causing her to yelp a little too loudly. 

“nic… i’ve lost my shoe...” at least the fall allows her hand to come into contact with the offensive object (it’s only offensive at the moment because it’s seriously ruining her buzz with its efforts to run away), one hand wrapping around a shoelace to drag it towards herself. at a minimum the fall allows some stability in allowing her to sit on the floor fully while she clumsily slides the left foot back into the escapee of a shoe. “huh, the laces are untied. no wonder it thought it could escape.” her initial reaction is to pout, bottom lip jutting out and everything as she rights herself. that is until she looks around spotting nic and realizes where she is and how ridiculous she probably looks, and just like that the pout is replaced by a laugh as she all too slowly attempts to tie her shoelaces. “and now i’ve forgotten why i’m even down here.”

[solstitios]

callum: that's not how juries work sorry to inform you callum: should i block you callum: you can change your costume callum: whyyyyy do i have to be him................ can i not just go as myself callum: i mean how would you feel if you called the police or fire dept and someone showed up dressed as LITERAL superman callum: pretty sure wingmen are for when you're trying to date someone and i'm not trying to do that 🤨

nic: 😐😐😐 are u saying i'm not hot bc the me myself and i jury came to a unanimous decision nic: well that's too damn bad nic: no i'm cupid i can't be superman nic: how would that make you jobless on HALLOWEEN dude tell ur boss to pull the stick outta his ass nic: what do u think a wingman is for 🤨

[iterum]

— with @niccho ; 🧸 ( location , ansong carnival )

soonwon is trying to calculate the chances of getting banned from the shooting booths. as long as they’re making money, they shouldn’t mind soonwon winning right? over and over and over again. in all technicality, they were still being paid for each attempt - he wants to rationalize when the booth owner gives him a slightly jaded look as he comes to a stop, eyeing the toy gun resting on the counter edge.

truth be told, soonwon is only doing his part for the night in winning as many prizes as he can for nic - small favor for the bigger ones that nic provides. the array of plushies that line the back of the booth are definitely a good selection and soonwon is sure that nic will be more than happy with the choices available. he turns to nic to ask which he wants but the thought from earlier slips out instead.

“ do you think it’s possible for me to clean out an entire booth of their prizes ? ”

[recklessromance]

a way to cut through the week's tedium, yijung had signed up on a whim upon seeing the studio's promotional pricing for her first 3 classes. who would've thought that being severely humbled in front of a pottery wheel would end up being her choice of a wednesday night engagement?

"okaaaaay." yijung pauses, sizing up the lump of clay before her. it's a far cry from @niccho's, but she's spent too long slaving over it--- and they haven't even gotten to the actual throwing! she'd come in a little earlier today, proclaiming she was going to wedge her own clay, but a quick look at the clock reminds her that if she hadn't been so confident, she'd already be way further in failing to make her own piece.

no matter, of course. it'll surely all be smooth-sailing from here onwards. this is her, what, 4th class? yijung's absolutely sure there are no air bubbles in her own wedge, and there's zero chance of it exploding in the kiln! "i think- no, this is good. right?"

[ansonghub]

✽ and the results are in! 🎃

thank you to everyone who voted in the costume contest! the results are as shown:

the winner for the best male costume is nic cho ( @niccho )!

the winner for best female costume is han jinsol ( @xhanjs )!

the winner for most creative costume is kang mika ( @mikatu )!

the winner for most realistic costume is callum park ( @solstitios )!

the winner for cutest costume is park danbi ( @dvpendable )!

the winner for scariest costume is kim nari ( @kkotdaun )!

the winners all will receive:

2 $25 gift cards from two of the following locations of their choosing: beat street, 8-bit, encore cinema, blush boutique & the book nook

a meal for up to 2 people at the seasons bistro ( including entrées, sides, dessert & drinks )

1 spa treatment provided by oasis spa

congratulations to everyone who won and we hope you enjoy your prizes!

[nahimnopur]

Keno valobaste parle na amay ami ki korechi setaw janlam nah amar ki dos chilo, tumi caile ami amar sobtuku tomay dilam amar kno bisshas hocche nah...ooo bar bar nk na dite boleche cuktir kotha to kichu bole ni..... Ooo mitthe boleche sob amay aj ja bolse sob mitthe bolse sob sob mitthe chilo....

ghorir katai katai 9 tai....ki kore parle tumi amar sathe emon ta korte kivabe..... Tumi ki kore palte gele ki kore????

Tumi bar bar bolle nk na dite tbe eta bolo ni j cukti shes ektabarooo bolo ni tar mane ami ki dhore nibo tumi amar dhoirjer porikkha niccho...

[wearejapanese]

A memorial ceremony was held in a Tokyo park Sept. 1 to commemorate thousands of Koreans massacred in the aftermath of the 1923 Great Kanto Earthquake as a group that denies the slaughter occurred staged a gathering in the same venue to reassert its claim.

Hundreds of metropolitan police were assigned to Yokoamicho Park in Sumida Ward to prevent a recurrence of skirmishes that flared last year between the group and people who oppose it and led to a number of arrests.

But no major disruption occurred this year due to a heavy police presence that ensured the two sides remained separate.

The memorial ceremony, held annually since 1974, by a group called Niccho Kyokai (Japan-Korea association) in association with other groups.

About 700 people attended last year’s event held in front of a monument dedicated to the deceased Koreans, according to committee organizers. The number of attendees this year was scaled back to about 30 due to the novel coronavirus pandemic.

Delivering an address, Yasuhiko Miyagawa, chairman of the committee, underlined the importance of remembering the tragedy that targeted ethnic Koreans and Chinese because of unfounded rumors.

“Koreans and Chinese were killed by vigilante corps, the military and police that believed in the rumors that swirled after the disaster,” he said in the streamed event. “There have been moves in recent years to make this indelible fact forgotten. We should never forget that countless precious lives were robbed.”

An estimated 105,000 people were killed in the quake that struck the capital and surrounding areas on Sept. 1, 1923, according to the central government’s Central Disaster Management Council.

Koreans and Chinese living in the metropolitan area were targeted as rumors spread that they were plotting to stage an armed uprising, were setting fire to property, looting homes and poisoning water wells.

Read more at http://www.asahi.com/ajw/articles/13690537

[radiorenjun]

Okay so imma rant about my whole day today related to genshin cosplayers so GET READY TO BE ENVIOUS OF MY Y/N MOMENTS @lebrookestore @gu-nil since yall were lowkey curious about the thing in my previous post here's context LMAOAOAOA

So like I went to this anime event called Animetokku in this mall near my house right AND THERE WERE LIKE SO MANY AMBER, YOI, HUTAO (ESP HUTAO), KUJOU SARA, XIAO AND BAAL COSPLAYERS BUT BRO SOMEONE COSPLAYED MS HINA?? I swear I saw someone shirtless to commit to their xosplay and I saw like a dinosaur cosplay, a heizou cosplay, TRANSFORMER COSPLAYS and a sht ton of demon slayer cosplays.

So like i was a kobeni cosplayer right? Handing out paper cranes to my friends and for the sake of privacy I'll be changing everyone's names so like I met up with my ex senior Cici who was cosplaying as hutao right and were both BIG NICCHO SIMPS (nicchocholas is this Xiao Cosplayer in indo u can look him up on insta he's super duper hot and he's great at cooking genshin foods on his tiktok) and then like I was their photographer whenever we come across each other so I took photos of them being kabedoned by a female gojo cosplayer (God I wished I was cici in that moment the gojo cosplayer was so fcking pretty bye)

And then afterwards we like lost each other in the mall right and me and my friends( blue, Oyster and cake) were getting tired because we were walking for like hours and hours taking pics and shit and we decided to go to Starbucks and otw we found a scaramouche cosplayer and they were posing w strangers yk w awkward distances in between them yk AND ME BEING SOMEONE WHO LITERALLY PLAYEF GENSHIN FOR SCARA I HAD TO ASK FOR A PIC RIGHT SO I CAME UP AND ASK FOR A PIC AND THEY??

OMG THEY STEPPED CLOSER TOWARDS ME? WRAPPED THEIR ARM AROJND MY SHOULDER AND PULLED ME TO THEIR SIDE?? BRO MY HEART WAS BEATING SO FAST I COULDNT EVEN TAKE THE PIC PROPERLY I WAS SCREAMING I WAS CRYING I WAS DYING IT FELT LIKE FLYING HUT MAYBE I WAS DYING WHO KNOWS AND I LITERALLY FELT MY HEART DO THE DOKI DOKIS AND LIKE? OH MY GOD IM STILL ALL GIDDY THINKING ABOUT IT HELP

And then we walked towards Starbucks right to take a rest and then lookie we met up w Cici and their sister (I'm good friends w their sister too since we were classmates) and then like they were like "OMG ANGIE HAVE U SEEN NICCHO YET" I WAS LIKE "OML NO HAVE U" AND SHES LIKE "NOT YET BUT MY FRIEND ALR TOOK A FRIEND WAIT" AND THEN LIKE THEY OPENED DISCORD TO SHOW ME THEIR FRIEND AND U KNOW WHAT??

BRO CICIS FRIEND WAS THE SCARAMOUCHE COSPLAYER OH MY GOD ??

and so we set on a mission to go find the scaramouche cosplayer so we can get more info on niccho ans CICI (SHES A HUTAO COSPLAYER, MIND YOU) TOOK MY WRIST AND STARTED RUNNING ACROSS THE MALL, PULLING ME WITH HER. I ALMODT TRIPPED ON MY OWN FEET AND WHEN MY HAND SLIPPED OUT THEY GRABBED IT SO I DONT GET LOST AND SOMEHOW WE WERE RUNNING ACROSS THE MALL HAND IN HAND TOGETHER?? HELLO??

I FELT LIKE A SHOUJO PROTAGONIST HELLO IS YHIS WHAT IT FEELS LUKE TO BE A MAIN CHARACTER? TO BE Y/N??

DUDE I ALMOST SLIPPED AND WE WERE SQUEEZING IN BETWEEM THE CROWD HAND IN HAND WHILE ALSO DITCHING BLUE OYSTER AND CAKE

and then we found the scaramouche cosplayer and cici was like "angie is a huge simp for u now" AND I DEADASS HID BEHIND BLUE OUT OF PURE EMBARRASSMENT BYE AND THEN WE TOOK PICS AND THEN PART WAYS RIGHT AND NOT LONG AFTER ME AND OYSTER FOUND THIS ZHONGLI COSPLAYER HE WAS SUPER HOT BUT HES LIKE A COLLEGE STUDENT I THINK AND OH MY GOD

I WAS ABOUT TO TAKE A PIC WITH HIM RIGHT BUT BEFORE I XOULD ASK HES LIKE "CAN I TAKE A PICTURE QUICKLY?" TO ME AND MY FRIEND CAMILA AND BRO??? BRO??? I DIDNT GET TO TAKE A PIC Q HIM ON MY PHONE BUT HE HAS A PIC OF ME AND HIM ON HIS PHONE QHICH HES GONNA POST ON INSTA IM SCREAMING???

AND THEN THE ZHONGLI COSPLAYER WAS LIKE "hey Oyster can u hold my phone for a bit" and I turned to Oyster "Oyster u know this dude?" AND Oyster was like "o yeah he's my sisters friend" AND I DEADASS

MY JAW

DROPPED.

SCREAMINF CRYING PUNCHING THE AIR RN?

anyways I will sleep peacefully tonight thank you

[bm-asian-art]

Priest Niccho, 18th century, Brooklyn Museum: Asian Art

Size: 13 3/4 x 7 in. Medium: Woodblock print

https://www.brooklynmuseum.org/opencollection/objects/154553

[fantroll-butts]

idk if anyone really knows niccho but he has a vc so.

bonus points if you know who this is

[record-super-chart]

VA - The World Of Garage & Bass (2018) MP3

Genre: Pop, Dance, Club Tracks: 17 Format: mp3 Size: 320 MB Tracklist: 01. Haddaway - I Love the 90'S (NoJokes Tullinge Remix) 04:00 02. Niccho - Ravers Night (Addicted Craze Remix Edit) 03:21 03. Tale and Dutch feat. P. Moody - On Va Danser (DJ THT vs. Purple S Remix Edit) 03:48 04. DJ The Bass - The Summer Is Coming (Kriz Van Dale Remix) 06:54 05. Rabih - Leave the World Behind (Rick Ellback Remix) 05:34 06. Fantasy Project - Fall in Love (Love Touch Remix Edit) 02:48 07. Intusgate feat. Nika ... Читать дальше »

[icarusreign]

♦︎ ♦︎ ♦︎ ⸻ insu tries his hardest to school his face into something less transparently full of disgust, but then he gags and ruins it. he shivers for dramatic effect and then frowns deeply. while nic laughing at his expense made a small bout of irritation flare through him, there was some sort of fondness he refused to identify as his friends face lit up. instead he watches as nic finishes the rest of his coffee, narrowing his eyes and debates taking the cup back again just to attempt a quick free-throw toss with it right into the trash.

"listen, black coffee is how you're supposed to drink it. it puts hair on your chest. you wouldn't understand seeing as you drink that sugary abomi-fucking-nation." he grumbles and adjusts his own jacket, trying once again to swipe at nic with his foot but following suit, regardless.

the trip to nic's apartment is quick, something in and out that insu rolls his eyes at, and then they're on their way. the drive is smooth and quick, insu gently cooing at his car as if it could hear him, and once they finally arrive insu is already taking out his wallet because he knows nic will try and pay and he refuses to owe him anything. and maybe he wanted to also just be a good friend, or something equally mortifying. besides, hearing nic scream like a scared kid was worth more then the discounted tickets.

"we're in theater number ten," he tells nic, waving their little stubs in his hand, even holding the door open for him to enter like a true gentleman. "the next movie starts in 'bout fifteen so you can be the true princess you are and get all the treats your heart desires, all on me." he waves a hand towards the concessions and smirks, maybe a bit playful despite it all. "but also keep it under fifty bucks 'cause i'm not made of money."

——— "that 'weird pile of goop' is literally just clay," nic retorts quickly, feeling satisfied at insu's pout when nic hoards his coffee closer. he refuses to comment on the remark about insu being good with his hands, however. nic's already disappointed enough at his reluctance to sleep around despite his obvious want to. he has eyes and needs, okay?

instead he just puts his half-smoked cigarette out in the ashtray that looks a little worse for wear sitting on the table outside. seriously, the thing looks ancient, cracked around the edges and usually always overflowing with cigarettes smoked all the way to the filter. nic will sometimes empty it in the nearby trash can so they don't blow away in the wind, but today he's got things to do, places to be. "i'm not dignifying your delinquency with a response," he says evenly, as though he's not somewhat of a delinquent himself.

a snort escapes him at what he knew would be insu's reaction to the date comment. "your appetite could withstand a nuclear apocalypse, you'll be fine you big baby," nic says as he stands and stretches his hands above his head, narrowly missing insu trying to kick him under the table. that, unfortunately, gives insu a window to snatch up nic's coffee and take a sip despite nic's earlier inner monologue about not letting a greasy bastard steal his shit.

"you mother—" nic's cut off by insu's outburst about how bad nic's coffee is, which is just factually not true. it's the superior way to drink coffee. it's not nic's fault that insu's a heathen of a boy who has never seen a bottle of cream or a cup of sugar in his life. laughter bubbles out of his throat while insu goes through all five stages of grief as he looks at the cup of coffee like it personally offended every single member of his family. he's still fighting the giggles when he snatches his coffee back to down the rest of it, and quips back, "some of us like to enjoy our coffee instead of seeing how many cups we can down in the 30 minutes between waking up and running out the door because we're late for work."

nic still wears a smirk as he pulls his jacket closer and waves insu along. "i have to take this cup upstairs before we go, c'mon."

[ponkii]

Niccho - Ravers Night (Major Tosh Remix)