Welcome to the New Weeaboo Stories, picking up where old Weeaboo Stories Left off!
Submit Anon: The TumblrRP Weeb
I’ve sort of floated around tumblr for awhile, mostly in the RP community. It’s been fairly uneventful, as far as bad experiences and what not. However, something happened recently that made me consider leaving/beating myself to death with a tire iron. I started RPing as a fairly popular character about a year ago, went on hiatus and just recently got back to said character’s tumblr. It was really nice for awhile, just good fun and lots of wonderful people to interact with. That was, until Vampire-chan came around. Obviously this is not the name of the creator, or the character, but an alias I will use for her.
Vampire-chan sent me a few asks that she requested I reply to privately. I thought nothing of it, of course, because I usually reply to OOC asks like that. We talked about plotting with our characters, which I was totally up for. She told me a little about her oc, mainly that said oc was a very attractive vampire lady. I have a special place in my heart for vampire characters (as my first on tumblr was one) and I figured we’d have a lot of fun.
Come time to RP, I got bogged down with schoolwork (and warned my small group of RP partners that I wouldn’t be replying quickly if at all until I could catch up on said work). Vampire-chan seemed to disregard the fact that I had informed her and a few others about my IRL issue at the time, and she sent me a few asks. The first one was urging me to reply to our ongoing thread. The second was an accusation that I was ignoring her. The third, and the one I replied to, was rather rude. I still have the ask, so I’ll just copy+paste the text here.
"ok so i know youre ignoring me, but im going to give you a second chance to rp with me. ill forgive you. dont let it happen again, ok (blank)-kun?"
Don’t let it happen again? Are you shitting me? I explained to her that she was being insanely rude and that if she wanted to RP with me at all, she needed to behave maturely and be patient. So, without apologizing or owning up to her shitty attitude, she calmed down. Within the next few weeks, I started getting a large amount of anon hate… Half of which was in broken Japanese and French. Yes, French. I recognized the manner of typing, and it resembled hers. I couldn’t be sure, though. I didn’t want to accuse her out of the blue.
I looked through her tag on tumblr to see if I could gather anything and-… Holy fucking Christ. This little weeb had been harassing almost every godforsaken soul that RP’d as this character. There were about 20 that I counted, and every last one of them had been bothered by her. All the anon asks were typed in the same manner, with the same odd speech patterns. Just… Damn.
I kept quiet because I was honestly really freaked out. This was when the encouragements of SUICIDE started coming in. Ten of them at once. And, between #4 and #5… There was one off-anon. Vampire-chan urging me to RP with her. How obvious can you be?
I told her that, because of the awful things she was sending me, I would not be contacting her anymore, and she would be reported if she sent anymore to me. She threw an absolute fit. Message after message of how awful, un-kawaii, and “heartless” I am came in. And then, after all that, she sent in another request for RP.
Needless to say, I did not respond.
Submit Anon: Knives and Weeaboos
WARNING: This contains mentions of sexual harassment, bullshittery, and violence.
Back in 2011 it was my second convention. I was dressed as Fem! Grell from Black Butler and was introduced into the most loving cos group ever which consisted of Durarara!! cosplayers and Hetalia cosplayers.
This is relevant to the story:
Back then I was around 4ft9in (I was 14). I am Chinese Italian and an artist.
Now to my first ever encounter with weebs!
So I’m on youtube and I found this little gem
Weeb: I shall call her Hinata-Jas
I am in anime club at my college and its really rad because its not all weird like how they parodied on SNL. We actually do cool shiz, like learn basic phrases and REAL customs, watch maybe an episode of different animes(although our creepier members have tried to sneak in hentai) our Anime club leader is a cool person and she is pretty(she is my friend) and basically we are just typical nerds.
there is this chick, Hinata-Jas, who is 17 and she is just one side of the creepy. First off she is cute, not hella fine, but cute. So the thirsty members of club are usually all over her, like they laugh at her jokes(which my friend said are not funny) and they stare at her like a piece of meat, now there are really attractive girls in our nerd community, what makes her stand out is the fact that she acts like a real life anime character. She wears very long weave, dresses in like weird layers, she carries around a plushie doll of Kon from Bleach and she even made up her own accent. She says that she was home schooled, so she acts very innocent. The kicker is that she wants to teach English in Japan(but you made up an accent?), now not hating on her dream, I wanted to go to japan when I was younger and just getting into anime, but I’m pretty sure all her impressions of Japan came from Shoujo Beat. and her personality like Hinata from Naruto.
The whole situation is so hilarious because these thirsty males drool over her and she is still underaged, and she acts so creepy its damn near like looking at a reali life anime.
So I took deviantarts best comments and made a lil video. enjoy
Submit Anon: Bad times at the con
So i know this girl (i’ll just be referring to her by pronouns) who created a cosplay group for a set of characters from this certain series. We got on perfectly fine until then, but all this bullshittery started the first time I went to a con with her.
There were warning signs before, such as her interjecting japanese into english sentences (“hello minna!” “gomen… ” “eto..”) both online and when she talked irl. And she was obsessed with cosplay. To her, bad cosplay = weeb. Let me explain. When I first met her, I already had the impression that she was a bit weebish, but when i asked her if “she had gotten out of her weeboo phase” she replied that it ended when she retired her bad cosplay. (she still isn’t out of it her phase) However, her “”bad cosplay”” was quite good, except for the fact that the hair was the wrong colour. But according to her, she made it herself. This becomes important later on.
She wanted our group to go to this one con, which was about 2 months away when she said that. However, the set date was actually more of half a year later, which would mean that obviously some members wouldn’t be finished. But I decided to go for it. She knew I was having exams and was very busy with schoolwork (which stopped a few days before the con) (she’s the type of person who couldn’t care less about schoolwork) yet she acted offended when i said i couldn’t hang out with her.
Due to this time constraint, i had to rush my costume in about 4 days.
So the con has began, and when I had to fix a part of my costume, she took a closer look at it and screamed at me because of some MINOR mistakes. And her problem was? Me 1) having a barley noticeable burn mark on my costume 2) hurriedly sewing applique to hide a more visible burn mark (the costume was made of chiffon which was hard to iron and i didnt have much experience with it)
Guess what was wrong with this scenario? 1) SHE was the one who basically cornered me into using chiffon in the first place 2) She thought that since she made her “bad cosplay” by herself, it gave her the right to criticize/nitpick (which she denied doing so) others’ cosplays. The costume she was wearing then was TAILORED. And the only other time she had even gotten close to sewing something herself was when she edited off a base. (which ended up shiny, oversized, and fraying) She was being completely anal (sorry for the language) about it, even though she herself previously said that “It doesn’t matter as long as it looks nice”.
This is dragging on really long so I’ll just put down the other things that happened at the con in list form
1) isolated me after this incident
2) When i tried putting a hat on her, even though she was completely aware of it, she snatched it out of my hands and threw it at an innocent stranger just sitting on the floor. (this happened twice)
3) Left me behind for an hour or two and came back with a stranger, then made me carry her luggage (which was one of those roller wheel types) all the way to the stranger’s friends’ spot. It was too heavy for me to carry and bulky too so i had to roll it all the way there. Due to the MASSIVE crowd at the con, it was extermely difficult. (I was apologizing and “excuse me” the whole way and I got no thanks for it at all)
4) Acted moe and clumsy in front of another cosplayer from the same series to the point of falling down (she has perfectly good health)
5) Generally acting violent towards her groupmates/we who were hanging out with her (slapping multiple people multiple times, either with hands or an item)
6) Abandoning the whole group to hang out with the stranger she just met, without any prior notice till we had to ask her ourselves.
7) Distributing/using photos without asking the permission nor crediting either the photographer or cosplayer
8) And now, the cherry on top of the cake: She wants to get a part-time job at the very same con the WHOLE group is confirmed to cosplay at.
Submit Anon: History Teachers
Seeing as I was a child bullied in middle school, I never truly had a weeb phase. The closest I ever got to a weeb phase was begging my best friend’s sister to call this man who work with the studio that made Spirited Away, Howl’s Moving Castle and all those fantastic movies. Other than that I mostly just sniffled ((from either being bullied til I cried or from being sick half to dang time.)) and watching either Death Note, Soul Eater or Bleach. Now then I did not realIze there were two weebs in my new history class, my former teacher moved so we got a new teacher… Her name was Miss Tanaka, and she was a very lovely Japanese woman, and very into her culture. She wore a kimono to the first day to introduce herself and her background. The two weebs in the background merely stared in amazement at our teacher. So fast forward to a few months our Japanese teacher decided to dedicate a day to show us some Japanese culture. She brought two kimonos to class. For us to try on. One of the weebs tried on the women’s kimono, which fit around his beanpole body. And I was pushed forward to try on the man’s kimono which was very comfortable. The other weeb glared at me with her beady eyes ((beside that hambeast face)) so our teacher teaches us about Japan and it’s history and the area from which she came from. And she eve taught us a little bit of Japanese, like Hello, goodbye, how are you, and I love you. But of course halfway through the lesson weebs 1 and 2 decided to jolt up and ask “what about anime?!” Our history teacher looked at them and said. “Well, anime doesn’t really connect to history as it’s a more modern thing… But I suppose I can talk about it’d for a bit.” She spoke briefly about the history of animation and how anime came to be and after that day. The weebs began to sputter what little Japanese they knew. Claimed themselves experts on Japan and I don’t know HOW but both of them starting wear kimono’s to class… Which was against our uniform dress code. Anyways both of them were suspended for harassing my poor history teacher, after that Miss Tanaka never spoke another word of her culture. I visited her recently and she has every bit of anything resembling Japanese culture ((save for a tiny Japanese flag)) hidden away.
Submit Anon: ” I will break you if you don’t listen to me, I am the Princess.”
All is peacefull, there is the slight humming in the air from the combined efforts of several teen’s headphones, the comforting “click-clack” sounds of a woman typing away on her laptop, and nothing else but the breathing of everyone else around me. Yes, the library is one of the best places on this Earth, in my opinion. The calm and quiet almost gives reinsurance, and a feeling of safety I so often am without. However, good things all do come to an end, I suppose. That light sound of breath that once filled the air intensified, becoming raspy and forced, almost painful to listen to. I lift my gaze up from one of my favorite books, ” The Little Prince”, to see what the disturbance was, as many others seemed to follow my decision. There, stomping into the room, stood a female of massive proportions, that I will now attempt to describe for you all..
Submit Anon: Weeaboo of Some Degree.
I am no stranger to weeaboos, myself. I have already passed over that thankfullyshort phase back when I was twelve. Since I have crossed paths with the Hellish fans on multiple occasions, I have grown to be patient and quite passive to those I meet. There is only one exception to this.
We will call the tenth-grade defendant “Neko,” since she is generally caught wearing cat ears to school. I did not know of Neko until late last year, when I saw her in the art wing wearing a bright pink wig resembling something you would purchase from a Halloween store. Assuming it was a joke, I shrugged it off, until I continually noticed her throughout the hall wearing differently coloured, but equally terrifying wigs. Unfortunately, I quickly noticed that she defined every weeaboo aspect; poor hygiene, unkempt hair, Milanoo-esque clothing and a pair of eyebrows that could put Frida Kahlo to shame. I asked a few of my friends if they have seen her at all, and not surprisingly, they have as well. Neko usually found herself being the butt end of the joke among my close friends as we have never experienced a weeaboo of such calibre at our own school. It was amusing, until she approached my friend’s sister, whom we will call Violet. Violet was a fellow anime fan, and used to occasionally wear the stray anime shirt to school. You see, this is past tense for a reason.
Neko started off with complimenting Violet here and there, and was generally no issue until Violet wore a shirt of Neko’s favourite anime. It was during class when Neko began to snap at Violet claiming, “That shirt is mine! Take it off!” Of course Violet told her no, and as she was going to turn away, Neko attempted to literallywrestle the shirt off of Violet. Violet managed to shake her off and quickly leave, and according to a few students, Neko began to tell her fellow weeaboo friends that the shirt was rightfully hers, and that Violet stole it from her.
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