Welcome to the New Weeaboo Stories, picking up where old Weeaboo Stories Left off!
Submit Anon: The Freshman
Hullo! Now, my story may not be the MOST horrifying, but it very much scares me when I think about it. Or rather, when i think about the future of the girl who is the main point of the story.
Let’s call her Flower, which is not her real name, however being her name is a sort of flower I find it fitting. She also likes memes and has said the whole “hold my flower” bit a couple of good times. So yes- I met Flower Junior year. My friend had showed her a few of my drawings (no idea why) and we shook hands at a pep rally. She was a freshman and you could tell. You could just… tell. Nothing too bad, usually freshman attitude. Lazy, uncaring, carefree, “edgy and hip.” But she had a pretty face and I heard her talking about things that I liked. Mainly popular fandoms of Tumblr- she spouted inside jokes and memes. So, naturally, I became interested in this girl. And I hate to admit it because this came about so quickly, but I ended up with a crush on her. I didn’t find people with the same interests that often, granted she and I hadn’t really had a conversation yet.
Submit Anon: Chaos at Khaotic-Kon
Yo guys, whats up?
This is going to be really long because I am a whore for details.
Now this happened months ago, but i finally mustered up the courage to tell you my tale. I’m an avid cosplayer, but I rarely cosplay anime characters, mostly video game or american comic book characters. Recently I’ve been getting into Steampunk, and started cosplaying the musical robot Rabbit from the Steampunk band, Steam Powered Giraffe. And while I didn’t cosplay him at this certain con, called “Khaotic-Kon” I did use some of the props I made for his costume to wear at the con. (this is important)
Submit Anon: Flashbacks
This story is a bit long and wordy—also likely that it’s boring—because I have never posted here, but I have been aching to tell this, because of the unnerving feeling it left. I’ll refer to myself as R. Well, even though I hide behind anonymity, I feel as though ghosts from the past will know this post is me and send me some hate. Oh well~ at least I tried
When I was in high school, I was on the “Anime” Club (in quotations because it wasn’t called Anime Club due to covering several other hobbies and interests. Irrelevant) staff for two years, with the latter year spent as President of the club. By the time I was President, I had by far grown out of weebness, and sought to keep the club business together in a fun but organized way, to produce more activities, and let the club grow in a nice way. Some people in the club (including staff) did not adhere to such beliefs, and one can imagine the chaos that grew from weebness+chaos. Being in an all-girls school didn’t help with the squealing and glomping—definitely made it worse. Leeez-be honest here.
One of the most chaotic members, I shall call “Cupcake”, was someone all the girls in our school knew, and those who could, avoided her at all costs.
Submit Anon: Confessions of a former weeb
When I found this blog, I was so disappointed that I didn’t have anything to contribute, despite having had multiple encounters with weeaboos and being an anime fan myself. That was, until I realized I actually did. I was a weeaboo horror story. I’m sure some of the holy terrors I have caused will fit in amongst this barrage of weeb horrors.
I really got into anime when I was in 6th grade, as I result of making friends with two girls, who I will call N & K. Despite everything, I remain very close friends with N to this day. Anyways, N introduced me to anime, and as a result, I began to watch Inuyasha, Death Note and Chobits religiously. Fast forward a few months later and many trips to Hot Topic and this is what you’ve got:
A chubby, greasy red head with long, unkept hair who looks like she dipped herself in super glue and rolled around in Death Note merchandise. Initiate calling self Goku-chan, Kawaii Desu Desu ~~ And the whole obnoxious, loudness of your typical Weeaboo. Also, I did the Caramelldansen on a regular basis cuz it was so kawaii desu-ne!!! Yep, that was me six years ago.
Most of the time, I was harmless with the exceptions of LOL SO RANDOM PANCAKES!!!1! outbursts (However, even this escalated to the point where N quit talking to me and black listed me for a while). Most of the time. Until I got kicked out of Barnes & Noble, with N and K in tow. Basically, N, K and I were trolling the manga section, when we met two other Weeaboos. All four of us were ecstatic to encounter our own species. Initiate squealing, yelling and general obnoxiousness x4. Seriously, the Weeb was strong in these specimens. One insisted on us calling her Sora, casually hinting it was her real name, which prompted a “SUGOI DESU!” out of me. After about 10 minutes, we are approached by an employee (if you know of Prof. Richard Dawkins, we had a running joke among my family that this employee and him were identical twins) and were asked to quiet down, politely but sternly.
Which we did, but not for long. Eventually, we were asked to leave. Initiate broken Japanese insults on my part, and customers death glaring us as we reluctantly left.
Man, I really regret those years. However, some good came out of it. N and I are now like sisters as a result of the many Weeb adventures we had, and the fact that we matured over the course of six years out of that horrible phrase together. We frequently laugh over old times. Now a days, I’m a casual Sailor Moon and Mushi-shi watcher and enjoy playing Pokemon and reading Azumanga Daioh occasionally on a slow day. I’ve shed my layer of hambeast grease (in fact I’m described by loved ones as a clean freak) and given all of my anime shirts to Good Will and a few younger friends. I’ve also started playing music and eating healthier. N has grown into an amazing artist and has acquired an amazing sense of humour.
I guess the moral of the story is, there’s always hope. :)
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Submit Anon: Summer School Weeb
Currently, I’m attending summer school so I can make up some grade flubs I had done in my sophmore year. Now, all of my school district has to come to one of the high schools, just so we can do this summer school thing. (There’s a boat load of construction going on at the other schools so yeah). But anyway, I’ll leave out the extra people, and only include those who unfortunately got involved with this weeb.
Here we are, sitting at the lunch table, 2 out of the 4 of us eating, and discussing shows we watch. There’s me, M, and then the three others, who we’ll call Exo (he has red hair. keep that in mind), Black, and The D. Now, The D is a huge fan of anime, but he’s not a weeb at all. Like, there is no weeb aura from him. Exo, Black, and I have all seen our fair share of anime as well, but not too much. Now, in our show discussion, I happen to mention Free! (swimming anime11`1“1), and so the discussion turns into animes we’re watching.
That’s when she literally jumps onto the table. She’s a full on hambeast, (now don’t get me wrong, I’m fat, and so is the d, but we wear things that hide it. not to mention, she was full on h a m b e a s t.), acne covered, greasy hair, reeked terribly, and donned a stained hatsune miku shirt, and a black butler messenger bag that was drenched in hetalia pins. We’ll just refer to her as the Weeb. (Never found out her name tbh.)
(Gonna be honest here, I prefer reading the manga, rather than watching. Also keep this in mind.)
The Weeb was right in my face, and was pushing onto, and almost ended up on top of him had he not pushed her off, The D.
I swear to god, all four of us (including the other 3 who were at the table) heard her say something, but it literally sounded like “dklghakdgkhalskdjf”. Black said she heard a kawaii in there or something, but it was complete jibberish to all of us.
She started asking all four of us what kind of animes we’ve watched, and things like Mushishi, Puella Magi, Free!, Hetalia, and a few others that The D had seen. Out of the long list, all the Weeb heard was “hetalia”. That’s when she advanced on Black and I. Black is your average blonde hair, blue eyes, petite, and could pass off as a Fem!Germany. The Weeb grabbed her from behind, and just pressed Black against her body, and screeched in this shrill voice “OHMAIGAWD A REAL LIFE GIRL GERMANYYYYYYY!!!!!” (Luckily i’ve been reading this blog when i get bored, so i figured out how to handle these situations.) That was exactly when I realized, it was a weeb. So naturally, I started scanning the cafeteria for a teacher.
But my search was cut short, because I got a face full of boobs. (now don’t get me wrong, i love me some boobs, but those were a no.) I don’t know if it was a body spray she was wearing, or if it was just her rank-ness, but something triggered an asthma attack. Here I am, flailing, choking, not being able to breathe, while the Weeb is muttering things about me being her very own India??? (i’m pakistani, not indiaN) She also notices how Exo’s hair is bright red. Like, RED. She grabs him, and smushes him against her as well, and is cooing about how her “little India” and “real life grell” were “going to make sweet love babies.”
If i wasn’t dying from health issues, I would have laughed.
Unfortunately, it got worse from there. I’m not that voluptuous in the chest area, but i guess the Weeb thought i was. She started screaming at Exo to put his hands on me. (i have a HUGE problem with people touching me. Also the fact that both Exo and I are gay, the whole thing was pree awk. He’s terrified of womanly parts, and I’m terrified of manly parts.)
Thankfully Black had run and gotten a teacher and The D had grabbed her by the neck and slammed her on the table since he noticed I was still suffocating.
Exo, Black, and I have all filed sexual harassment charges against her. She’s also been kicked out of the summer school.
I didn’t realize how terrifying weebs actually were.
Submit Anon: Artist VS Weebs
So as a way to make some money (and to enjoy some good ol fashion nerd fun) I begain doing cons to make up the time gaps when I wasn’t showing in galleries or shows (its seasonal). And well running into weebs is just part of the job really, I mean it is a con they are going to be there, and for the most part I don’t have a problem with them they are almost enjoyable in a comedic sort of way. And so being that I go often I have SEEN some things and I have put together my most memorable bad con experiences (and there are many) for you.
These are but a few of my stories of my run-ins with the ever exciting overzealous fans known as weaboos
Submit Anon: Two Hetalia related horrors.
Submitting for a friend who doesn’t have tumblr :
Ok I’m your basic American girl with a German backround. Blonde hair, blue eyes, normal height, thin I guess… Anyway, It was the week of the anime convention, not saying which. I cosplayed as Fem!England from Hetalia: Blond pigtails, blue dress, glasses, the whole cosplay. I went with my friends, but my little sister wanted to come. Shes 6. My little sister is absolutely adorable. Shes tiny, big blue eyes, and light blonde short curly hair. I decided ”Hey!” and put a white dress on her with a red ribbon around the collar, and carried her round for the entire convention. So I was Fem!England with Chibi!Fem!America. She was a little angel for the entire convention, smiling at cameras and squealing in delight. SO me and my friends walked around while I held my sister, and she was tired so she just rested her head on my shoulders, dozing off, holding a Honey plush from OHSHC (you know the one where hes dressed as a bunny). So we were resting on the field outside, cosplayers around everywhere, when we hear IT.
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: PASTA and Neko-boy Yaoi.
( I apologize in advance for any mistakes in grammar and spelling.)
High schooll is usually an either horrible experience or a good experience for most people. For me a senior now high school Is pretty good, I’ve had my good experiences and my bad ones. One story in particular happened early into my sophomore year.
Now in 9th grade I met with two girl and we made a little group, soon our group expanded and was diverse now, there was a Chinese boy (who I will name Luke), an Italian girl (who I will name Paint), A Mexican-Salvadorian girl (who I will name Bird) and me, and Honduran-American boy. Back to 10th grade, me Luke, Paint, and Bird were welcoming freshman, seeing if any of them shared our interest of a colorful assortment of drawing, writing, acting crazy, and just being jolly idiots. None so far, soon the bell for the first class rings and we all part ways.
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