Welcome to the New Weeaboo Stories, picking up where old Weeaboo Stories Left off!
Submit Anon: Attack of the Narudo
Creepy guy: Lets call him Naroodo, since thats how he kept pronoucing it.
Okay, so when i was growing up, there was no such thing as a weeaboo in my school. I’ll admit i am a tad older at 2*, so this was my first, and i hope my last, encounter.
Once a month or so, my boyfriend B and I both get a day off together. We spend it by doing a shopping trip, basic couple stuff. We kind of look weird together, he’s a very scary viking looking guy with a beard, standing at 6’4”, while I’m very tiny at 5’1”.
We stopped at Chapters so i could grab my usual manga to add to my library. We both love anime, but you’d never know it. I tend to dress way younger than i am since i can get away with it. My closet is full of the latest Japanese/Asian fashions, simply because i like it, not because omg nihon is better than everything desu ne~1!!!1.
Submit Anon: Destruction of a club
Me - Heart
Friend - Ink
Weeb - Pen
Other people will be refered by as letters
In my freshman year of high school me, my best friend, ink and this girl (who I will call D) created an anime club. And at first we we’re happy as clams, we hauled in a good portion of fellow fans. We wrote fanfiction that we we’re originally gonna post on fanfiction and deviantart, art we would want to post despite the eyes being all wonky and the body being all noodle-like and silly.
Our club held meetings bi-weekly to review anime, draw, write and do as we please. I loved it, it was an escape from my previous expirences in school. I was a writer and wrote fanfiction (I still have my account on FF) Ink drew, and D reviewed. Everything was fine until May of that year rolled around.
This girl had transferred from the Midwest to our coastal town. At first she was shy and didn’t talk but D and Ink brought her in. At first she was what I’d call a blank slate, someone with no particular interest in anything. She listened to what was popular, watched mainly news and whatever was on. And dressed plainly.
Submit Anon: How could you hate Japan, Grandpa-San!?
During my Father’s final days of his life, I spent much of my time after school with my mother, visiting him in the nursing home. My mother and I would often comfort him, and just be with him. He would often fall asleep around 4 or 5:30 and it was around that time that I met a World War II veteran (who I will name Joe.) now Joe was a fun guy, he was in a wheelchair and often sat around drinking coffee. I would often visit his room after my father fell asleep to ask him about his service to the military (espically since I love history from 1800’s -1950’s) he told me about The pacific theater, and he also told about his guilt about not being able to forgive the Japanese. I often told the man that it was fine.
Now one day I had just tucked my father in, my mother was filling some forms and I decided to see Joe, he was in his room playing solitaire, he asked if I wanted to play some cards. I agreed adm we began to play Poker, Black Jack, and to my surprise Speed. Throughout the games he told about his buddies(who I will name Larry, James and Coco) about how they were schoolmates and how they died. He also mentioned his wife,(who I will name Merry) Then I was about to go check to see if my mother was done and as I’m leaving Joe’s room I see a family of four in the doorway. And they seem pretty normal a middle aged woman, a tired looking man, a young boy no older than 10 or 11, and a girl (who will be call White). I stared for a while before apologizing. Stating I was merely keeping the old man company. I looked at them then at White, she looked like she fell in a big box of anime merchandise, she had a shirt that had Miku on the front, her jeans had Rin and Len painted on the side, her white sneaker were painted with assorted anime characters. And she wore several necklaces around her neck, I could recongnize as Ciel’s pentagram, Edward Elric, one being the Vongola cloud ring on a chain.mthe most surprising part for me was that she was far from a hambeast, she was actually kind of hot.
I walked outside to check and my mother told me to wait since she was talking to a nurse. I went back to see White showing her grandfather Japanese magazine. White also said something in broken Japanese which went along the lines of “The Japanese are so KAWAII and sugoi, plus all the men are hot! And the women are pretty.”
Joe looked stressed he spoke to White. He told her he didn’t care about the Japanese, he didn’t want to know, he wanted to forget. I looked around for White’s mother… She was nowhere to be seen, all I saw was White little brother, right behind me. He asked
“Mister… Why do you visit my grandpa?” I answered honestly and then Joe called me in “Anon, please come here.” I walked in and Joe grabbed me by the arm. He opened his mouth and spoke to White.
" You see this young man, White? This young man? He has been visiting for a while now and he does not force me to like a race that I dislike. He knows I feel bad but he doesn’t care he does not FORCE me to like them." he then let go of me. white began to sputter nonsense and how she was “helping" her grandfather “get over" his guilt. When I said something in his defense she turned to me, looked at me with the eyes of a dead shark and slapped me across the face.
I didn’t want to start nothing so I just left. Ask was leaving I looked back at Joe’s room White’s mother looked angry beyond belief.
I kept visiting Joe even after my Father’s death in early spring. He died about a month and a half after my father’s death, he died in his sleep and luckily he is in the same cemetery as my father. I saw White once, she was wearing normal clothes save for the the pink plaid skirt with a patch of A Cheshire cat like anime character.
Submit Anon: Being a Weeaboo’s Shota
I was in my final year of middle school, 6th and 7th grade had crushed my soul, I was severely bullied because of my docile nature and the fact that I always wore hoodies, no matter what weather. I was very shy and quiet at that time.
My mother at that time wanted to move, my father did not want to move anywhere. So my mother decided to leave without him she left and took me to Utah to live with Auntie Clara, and my very American cousins. The town they were in was nothing but suburbs, and that drove a big city boy like me wild.
My auntie made me and my mother feel very welcome, I was happy, I finally got a clean slate, my crybaby scaredy-cat reputation wasn’t going to follow me. I was soon enrolled into the nearby middle school. I was introduced to the class and was call cute and stuff (compared to everyone else I was really short)
Then everything went downhill when I met a girl, (Who I will call Lune) Me being very shy and quiet I spent time in the library, both the school and public library. I would often gather some 5 or so book stack them on a desk and read until my mother or aunt came to pick me up (my aunt was helping my mother get a job so instead of lazing around I asked to be dropped off at libraries and such.) one day I was sitting in the library and I had just finished reading Dicken’s Pickwick Papers and Stephen King’s Carrie (I always read more mature books, another reason I was bullied) When Lune and her friends who I will call N and E
came into the library.
This wig is SO my real hair.
Okay, so here’s a little… gem that I’m sure will get some laughs from pure ridiculousness.
So, I was 17 when this happened, last year. I’m average height, kind of skinny and at the time had shoulder-length blonde hair. It was late summer in Texas and RIDICULOUSLY hot. I was hosting a campout at a local lake.
By saying it’s hot, I mean like Satan hovering over you and breathing fire hot. We’d had a drought and the lake water levels were low and we had to rig some shade and everything. It was ridiculous, but fun.
A friend of mine, we’ll call him Pres, asked to invite his friend who we shall call Yu. Since that’s supposedly her name… part of it, at least.
“Aya Psycho le Cemu Mix Speakers Inc lolita j-rock custom plushie doll - kawaii!”
I’ll just leave this here.
Not sure if trolling or not, but I decided to put it here.
Submit Anon: Freshman Weeaboo
Hello! I’m back, this being the girl who was a former weeb and hit on by a creepy fifteen year old. Well, now I am a freshman and I had freshman registration day, to which a met and unintentionally befriended a weeaboo.
Let’s start off with a small intro: So, at my high school, the freshman, sophomores, juniors, and seniors all have to go register for the upcoming school year a week before the actual start of school. It’s pretty fun, you get to meet some old friends, make new ones, grab snacks, get your ID card picture taken, and a tour around the campus. Now, we all have to go at a certain time due to our last name, mine just so happens to start with the letter “C”, so I was there at around eight in the morning.
Who the hell would buy this?!
Submit Anon: No Lolicon.
I guess my story isn’t all that bad, but it was VERY embarrassing.
I have dressed as another regular Romantic/Victorian Goth for a long time now, but had never really added anything Japanese (brand or style wise) up until a few years ago when I had grown a fondness for Lolita fashion. It had worked well for me since I already bought my clothes from online shops, and I am very petite (both short and thin) so I don’t look to funny in such clothing. Aside from fashion, I have never really been a weeaboo, I had liked some anime and had weeb friends at school, but none of them were to hard-core about it.
One day while out and about doing errands, in one of my Loli outfits, I had been at my local Walmart Super-center shopping for some groceries for dinner (having just started Culinary classes, I was egar to cook anything) when I heard a mixture of screams and gasps from the end of the produce section.
W1: “O.M.G.!!!!!!!!! You are so KAAWWAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!”
W2: “You are like *insert random character*!!!!”
It appears that I had been bombarded by a group of five crazed weeaboos, W1 and W2 were both perfect ‘hambeast’ specimens with dirty hair, gross skin, and many large rolls of fat sagging out of their to tight clothing, both were wearing animal ears. They were followed closley by two other girls W3 and W4, They looked like sisters and were both wearing cheap cosplay outfits, W3 was younger ( probably 10 or 11) but both were fairly average looking. The last one, W5, was the only male and the only one to not say anything to me yet, he was super tall and had a very gross stench to him, he never spoke to me but instead he had stared at me disturbingly.
W4 “Do you like Black Lagoon?”
W1:”Will you let us take your picture? We want proof that we know you Nyan”
While weebs 3-5 kept on giggling about my ‘cute flat chest’ and me being ’chibi sized’ I had recovered from my shock at that point, noticing that mostly everyone in Walmart was gawking at us like they had just seen a demon crawl up from the earth. I told them ”No, I appreciate your comments, but please don’t take my picture.” This appeard to enrage all of the girls in the group, shocked by the fact that I had politely told them not to snap my picture, not knowing what they would do with it afterwards, soon they began to whine, complain, and even scream all at ounce.
W2 and W1: “That is so un-sugoi of you! We just want your picture! Why would you say no loli-chan?”
W4: ” Your such a cute little Lolicon! Why are you being so baka?”
W1:” Can we at least see if you ARE wearing bloomers?”
That is when I really got ticked off, the oldest girl was at least four years younger then me, but they were calling me a child! They even asked if they could look up my skirt! Afterwards I had wondered if ‘lolicon porn’ had been on their minds the entire time they had first talked to me, while W1 was attempting to flash her cellphone camera in my direction to take my picture anyways, I loudly said.
" I said no! For your information, I am a adult at nineteen (not to old, but old enough to know that this could turn scary!), and I would suggest that you back off, or I will have to call someone to make you back off.”
With that said I dashed off to the register, only catching a glimpse if their enraged faces, and left the store as soon as possible, they had tried to follow me out but I had managed to walk close enough to other people leaving the store.
I still wear some of my lolita cloths out in public, but I am more weary about underage, psychotic, strangers now.
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