Welcome to the New Weeaboo Stories, picking up where old Weeaboo Stories Left off!
Submit Anon: How A Weeb Came to Ruin Someone’s Life
TW: Extreme Bullying
Going into highschool I was a pretty big weeaboo; it was probably the worst part of my weeB stage. I hung out with a bunch of other kids who were into anime. The “leader” of our group is easily one of the craziest weeaboos you will ever meet. I’ll call her ‘A.’ She’s a fairly obese white girl who is thoroughly convinced that she is Japanese because as she claims in a past life she was a Japanese schoolgirl. Those are words straight from her mouth. She never showered because she would rather use that time watching anime and every damn day she wore the same outfit: olka dot vans, ratty ripped jeans, a death note hoodie, and pikachu beanie.
On the first day of school my English teacher instructed us to pair up with the person sitting next to us and write a paragraph about what we learned about them. My partner was a girl who I will call ‘J.’ She was very shy and didn’t really open up about herself. She then told me that she had just moved to the area and she was a little worried about making friends. To help her out I invited her to come hang out with my friends and I at lunch. She seemed like a nice girl so I didn’t think there would be any problems.
Submit Anon: The (not so fabulous) Tale of my Weeaboo Phase and how I went to Hell and Back
TW: OCD, eating disorders, and depression
So, I would like to tell the tale of my weeaboo days, or what I would like to refer to as the most awkward phase of my life.
Mine started when I was thirteen. Typical age for a lot of people, right? Anyway, I started because this girl in my classes started referring to me as Latvia-chan. When I asked her what she was talking about, she told me that it was Hetalia. Some time I looked that up what this Hetalia thingy was. I was immediately hooked.
And so the most awkward phase of my life began.
Submit Anon: Weeaboo horror
TW: Sexual assault, attempted rape, battery
tl;dr: I get groped by a weeaboo and later kidnapped,injured and almost raped.
Ok, so when I first go into anime I was a little bit of a weeaboo. Not too much though, nothing past the point of getting excited when somebody mentioned anime (I knew how to take a hint). When I met my first weeaboo I was 17 (I’m 21 now) and was going to my very first convention with my friends [L] and [A]. L and A weren’t weeaboos but they enjoyed anime and cosplaying and were both veteran con-goers. Since it was my first year at any type of con, they figured it would be fun to cosplay as characters from my favorite anime at the time, Fairy Tail. (L was Erza, A was Gray, and I was Lucy)
So the con rolls around and naturally were excited and what-not, I have general anxiety disorder so being around so many people makes me quiet a bit nervous. In preparation for that, I had gotten back on my meds and made sure to take them before we left. Well the medication I take makes me a bit nauseous and kind of dilutes my better judgement, looking back I wish I had just dealt with the anxiety instead of what was to come.
Living with a Weeaboo.
So it took me a lot of time and thinking to make sure I wanted to write and submit this story, as it has always seemed like a dark memory burned into the back of my skull. I have finally decided I should spread my word of weeaboo’s.
So a little bit about myself, I am a all around “nerd”. I have a large and almost countless video game collection, a room full of star wars figures and comic box’s, more anime and manga then I know what to do with, and pop culture and movie toy and posters all over my place. On the outside it’s really hard to tell that I am into anything of the sort as I don’t show it, unless asked.
Found this on an anime page…
Submit Anon: The ROTC Weeaboo from UNC
Hello, this is my first time submitting here. My first tale I’m retyping due to some grammar errors but it’ll shed some light on some of the backstory of this. So sorry if it seems that there are loopholes.
Me = Me
Wolf Link = Group leader, person I knew from a previous Con
Booker = Person I met at a con as well
Anise = Booker’s roommate at college
Setting = Spring of 2009, convention Animazement
It was 2009, when I was gearing to go to my second con with the Zelda group that I had met, I was staying at Wolf Link’s house to visit for spring break. I had driven down to Atlanta (there was nobody local who liked these things. I was always driving 250+ miles to meet people.)
The Zelda in our group, who I will refer to a Booker (a girl), talked to me on semi-occasion. We always seemed to have some clash things in personalities and political views, but we at least cooperated. She seemed more quiet and aloof than I, though we’ve had very good conversations.
So, when reading this blog, I was reminded of my own dark past. Now I was never as bad as some of the people on here, but I became quite the weeaboo for a while.
Back before it got taken down, there was this blogging website called Allykatzz specifically for tween girls. Everything was monitored so people couldn’t post pictures of themselves or anything.
Perfect for me.
Hetalia Panel featuring surprise guest
Hi, everyone I just want to start out by saying I did go through my weeaboo phase and then my hetalia phase. This is also a more tame story than some of the others I’ve seen and it will be long sorry.
Names have been changed.
I’ve just recently stopped cosplaying because of a lack of interest but I had been doing it for years prior to this story. We begin with a facebook group where I was one of a few homestucks among hetalians and I still liked hetalia a lot more. I was going to attend a local con with several cosplays including minotaur!tavros. I had spent several weeks constructing and perfecting digitigrade stilts to look more realistic. About a week before the con I get a message from one of my hetalia friends who is an utter weeb. She wanted me to be a surprise character in her panel to show the hetalia/homestuck war was over. I agreed.
This was a mistake.
Not entirely sure if this qualifies, but I need to share so bad.
Ok, so this little ditty all starts slowly building up from about four or five years ago, when I was a wee girl of around 14. It is worth mentioning here that my ‘weeaboo’ phase was conveniently infused with my unfortunate ‘scene’ phase, so what I lacked in annoying broken Japanese and odd cosplays I made up for in tragic hairstyles.
Moreover, the strongest element of this weeb stint was the abysmal little ‘anime’ (note: not really) drawings I did in class.
Now, let’s get onto the subject of Garbáge. Garbáge transferred in to my school at the point my weeabo instabilities were fading. Let me try and describe him for you…Well, he was tall, with long, dark greasy hair and a straggly teenage mustache. My goodness gracious, did he have an unearthly stench and additionally, he was a mumbler and an intense starer.
ANON SUMBISSION: The Worst Part of Anime Club Part 2: The President’s Horror Story
Hey there. You may notice the ‘Part 2’. I have submitted before back in 2012. The story can be found here. And if you were entertained by that, I have an interesting story for you. Actually, my sister, the president of the Anime Club, has a thrilling sequel prepared.
Now, this isn’t really a weeb story, but in a sense, it is. Actually, it’s a story about a guy who is pretty much the exact opposite of a weeaboo. Weeaboos, as we know, are those people who loves Japan, speak in broken… uh… Japanglish, and generally don’t seem to have much dignity. This guy is like… Super ‘Merica. So super ‘Merica, that we’ll call him George Bush, because not only does his hair resemble that of a bush, but he shares the intelligence of that iconic president and also seems to wear American Flag shorts all the time. They’re gross.
…Oh right, the story. Take it away, sis.
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