Welcome to the New Weeaboo Stories, picking up where old Weeaboo Stories Left off!
Submit Anon: A Voice Actor’s Nightmare
So as the title suggests, I do that thing where you speak into a mic and throw it on video games, commercials, and all that fun junk.
I’m also a partial Anime-fan, not enough to be considered a Weebs, but enough to the point if a friend tells me about a convention, I will most likely go to it
This story takes place in one those conventions. Anime Expo ‘12
Submit Anon: Surprise from Glomp-zilla
Ok, so I tried submitting before, but somehow wasn’t able to. Anyways, here’s a different story that might pass.
So this was while I was attending a convention here in the Midwest, a couple years back.
The majority of the con went very well; I dressed as Italy for the last two days, and got many praise/pictures with it. Fun time!
Until…they felt like showing up…
Hamplanet Backrubs at the nascent Daishocon
OK, so I have a pretty good one. A few years back the anime club of the university I was attending got together the money to sponsor a small con, I was friends with some of the people involved in this con and managed to get in free by doing some volunteer work. I had been a pretty big anime fan in the past and where I had fallen out with the fandom a bit I was still into general geekery and there are still a few series and movies I quite like, it was also a chance to show off my Rorschach (from Watchmen, not anime but nerdy nontheless) costume I had made for Halloween.
For being the first con this group put on everything was going swimmingly, and me and a friend of mine ducked off to the (sadly empty) tabletop gaming room in order to evade the hullabaloo, and evade some pesky middle-school aged Narutards who had been bothering us. I was still mostly in costume but had taken off the mask.
After we had been talking for a few minutes, without warning a heavy meaty hand clasped firmly upon my shoulder, it was rather startling. My initial thought was that it was either another friend of mine trying to startle me or someone who had enjoyed my costume. As I turned around and looked at him I realized that the latter could not be true, as without my mask I could have just as soon been Inspector Gadget, and I certainly did not recognize this man before me.
He was a big fella, at least a few inches over six feet, wearing some kind of shoddy home-made yukata…thing, I assume it was a costume but I didn’t recognize the source, and of course the obligatory cat ears. He must have weighed at least 250 pounds, and his doughy fat hung from him in such a way as to give him the shape of a giant sweaty egg. He reeked of con-funk (anyone who has been to a con knows the smell) and his greasy hair and sausage fingers suggested he had not bathed in several days. I opened my mouth to speak, but he interrupted in a soft effeminate voice
“I’m gonna give you a back massage…” Thats it, he did introduce himself, did not ask if I would like a back massage, did not give me the opportunity to speak, he simply announced it, this was going to happen and there was little I could do to stop it. As I opened my mouth to object he leaned reeeaal close to me and touched a finger to his lips
“shhhhh…just enjoy it” and proceeded to grind his meathands into my spine.
For the record, I am not opposed to being touchy, I myself can be a very touchy person, but I understand limits and space, and nobody is comfortable with giant sweatmonsters giving them spontaneous backrubs. I do not particularly care for backrubs, just a personal quirk I guess, even if they are done by people who know what they are doing.
So I looked at my friend, whose face was held in an expression of confused terror and pity, and I laid back and thought of
England Wisconsin as the hamplanet molested my scapulae. He disappeared without a word (I almost expected him to gently kiss my cheek) and I did not see him for the rest of the con. He never gave me his name, and I was never able to discern his intentions, but I was pretty deeply disturbed by the event. I managed to laugh it off, and it has become my funny con story to tell at cocktail parties, but still sometimes I wonder.
I can only assume that Backrub Hamplanet rode off into the sunset, looking for other unwary con goers upon which to exact his fiendish desires.
Submit Anon: ”Oppai-tan and Pettanko-tan”
Never go into an empty anime store with your best friend.
I live in Los Angeles. About once every month and a half I go down to Little Tokyo, because we don’t live far from there (about a 30 minute drive). Usually I end up spending all the money I earned there, because let’s be honest, it’s a really fun place to visit.
But why does it have so many likes…
Submit Anon: My little sister isn’t your loli!
Lets start this story off with me saying that I never really had a weeaboo phase. I was vaguely interested in Sonic and Hetalia when I was 11-12, but I never really used the Internet then, so there wasn’t much room for it to grow.
I’m a fan of Homestuck. My little sister, who I’ll call R, doesn’t really read it, but really likes the characters from what I’ve told her about them. It’s probably for the best that she doesn’t read it, because she is only 11.
(submitter’s note: this is not my story; i’m submitting it for a friend who doesn’t have a tumblr)
Back in freshman year of high school I had an encounter with a weeaboo. Maybe not as bad as some of the other stories on here, but still pretty stupid. For the record, I am of Burmese heritage, so while I do look very “stereotypically” Asian (I’m very light-skinned, which contributes to it) I am not even remotely Japanese in any way.
I’ve always had a passion for drawing (incidentally I’m currently majoring in animation but that’s neither here nor there), and Walt Disney has always been one of my biggest inspirations. Before I really found my own niche, I spent a lot of time trying to mimic Disney’s style. I’ve never really been into Japanese animation save for Studio Ghibli, so I guess you could say my style is very “Western.” Little did I know that at least one person would have a BIG problem with that.
At lunch one day I was drawing as usual, when suddenly I heard someone behind me and I looked up to find a girl I’d never seen before. She was grinning from ear to ear.
“Are you drawing manga?!”
Before I could even react, she’d reached down and snatched my sketchbook out from under my hands. But when she looked at the page, her smile quickly became a frown.
“What the f*** is this?”
I tried to explain to her that that was my private sketchbook and would she please give it back, but she interrupted me with this gem:
“Why are you drawing this stupid American crap? You’re Japanese, you should be drawing manga!”
I was shocked, and told her that I’m not Japanese, I’m Burmese, but she insisted that she was an “expert” and she could tell when someone was Japanese and when they weren’t. She repeatedly called me “baka” and told me I had “no right” to disrespect my culture by drawing in a style that wasn’t manga. IT’S NOT MY CULTURE!!!!!!!
But then the worst part happened: she RIPPED OUT MY DRAWING AND TORE IT IN HALF, then threw my sketchbook on the ground and kicked it across the dirty cafeteria floor. I ran to get it, and when I got back to my seat she’d already walked off. Thankfully I never saw her again, not even in the hallways, but the experience definitely left a very bad taste in my mouth.
Submit Anon: Whale of a Weeb
So I’ve read a lot of the stories and I figured that I would share a story that happened about two weeks ago while I was trying to finish buying my collection of Full Metal Alchemist.
Ordinarily I would have gone to Sanity to buy my anime (b/c it’s cheaper. but not by much) but JB Hi-Fi had a sale on in their anime/cartoon section and I figured I might be able to snag the beginning of Hetalia and the end of FMA for a few bucks less.
I didn’t know that my city had so many weebs.
Submit Anon : My Kawaii Asian
This happened around 2011, it was my first time to the US, and I must say I had such a great time,I’m planning on going there this year or next (Depending on the money i earn.)
This story has a good ending i guarantee it.
But anyway let me add,that I’m Asian born and raised in England.
I have a cousin who lives in the US, and he introduced me to some of his friends,they’re really nice and they told me that they were into anime&manga,so they took me an Anime con.
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