Welcome to the New Weeaboo Stories, picking up where old Weeaboo Stories Left off!
Submit Anon: My Creepy Weeb Friend…
Apologies if it’s long, I just wanted to share..
I’m gonna start off by saying that when the weeb got into an anime called Katekyo Hitman Reborn, she was obsessively into the pairing of Belphegor and Fran, and apparently, according to the weeb and some other people, I’m similar to Fran (which I don’t understand, really..)This isn’t really important, but it’s related to what happens later.
Okay, so I’ll call myself C and the weeb in the story will be W. I’m thirteen and she’s twelve, but thirteen in a couple months.
I met W in Year 7, when I first started high school. I’m also an incredibly shy, awkward person, so W being loud as heck and probably not knowing the meaning of personal space didn’t help. I could tolerate her at first. Sure, she was kind of touchy-touchy, annoying, talkative.. but she wasn’t a bad person.
Then, she got into anime.
Submit anon: Coming on Too Strong
Submitting our weaboo horror stories is a thing now, right? Well. have I got a story that’ll send chills up your spine. A while ago, back in my first semester at my junior-high school (maybe 6-7 months ago), I didn’t really know anyone, though I *did* want to start off my first year well, so I tried to get to know as many people as I could. Keep in mind that the people at my school are a bit more accepting than other schools, considering the fact that only about 600 people at max get into this school, and why hate the few people you’ve got? And I thought that the year was going pretty well, making friends, doing good in school, etc, up until October.
When it all went wrong.
Submit Anon: The horrible adventures of Tamaki (Part 2)
And so, it continued. Tamaki only got stranger from there. He then fell out of his obsession with Ouran and started to do something very strange and very creepy…
He started to call me his wife.
Submit Anon: The horrible adventures of Tamaki (Part 1)
Now before I begin this story, I am going to say that I am still dealing with this weeaboo on an everyday basis. Unfortunately, he shows no signs of ever changing his behavior so I continue to avoid him everywhere I go. After reading these stories I feel it is about time that I share my story with you all. It`s a bit long and will have to come in parts because these are events that happened over a two year period. So with that…we`re diving in.
Submit Anon: Kawaii Loli-chan Desu Does NOT Want to Make Yuri
I’ll admit to going through a very minor weeb phase in eighth grade, but this horror story took place two years prior and I’m surprised that it didn’t turn me off of anime and manga for good.
First, a little background. I’ve always been short, skinny, and young-looking for my age, so I must not have looked older than 10 when I was in sixth grade. I’ve got super-fair skin and almost-black hair, but I don’t look Asian at all. Nope, I’m as white as fresh Christmas snow. Due to having rather conservative parents, I was very naive and impressionable when it came to making new friends.
Fast-forward to lunch on my first day. Weebism was a huge trend at that school, so I wasn’t alarmed when a girl wearing some weeby shirt (the design escapes me), a hot pink tutu with electric blue leggings, and black fishnet gloves sat next to me. We’ll call her Neon. Neon was one of the more extreme weebs, granted, but she was actually very nice to me and we had pleasant conversation, so I didn’t think anything of it.
Anon: MISSSS HUNGARYYYY!!!~
A little bit of background on myself before I start I suppose. I am half Hungarian on my mother’s side, and have even picked up a tiny bit of the Magyar language, mostly from hearing my mom talk. Since I’ve grown up listening to this a lot, I’ve developed a very very slight accent, although its only really noticeable when I pronounce certain words. Anyway, moving on.
About a year or so ago, I went to a local con and decided to cosplay as Hungary from Hetalia, since I really adore her character and of course because I have some Hungarian background. Everything was really nice for the first part of the day. I attended some very enjoyable panels and even got a picture with a really amazing 11th Doctor cosplayer. Unfortunately, it became very awkward when I decided to sit down for a rest. I was just checking my phone to answer a text from my friend who was on her way to meet me when I hear an ear-piercing squeal from across the room. “MISS HUNGARY CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!1!!”
I was caught completely off guard, and was only able to see a flash of pink and purple before I found myself on the ground. I had managed to scrape my knee pretty badly on the concrete during the whole throw down, and it was bleeding pretty badly, but the chunky girl on top of me didn’t notice the pain I was in. Thank God, she finally got off of me, but it only got worse from there. This girl was decked out in what I can only describe as some sort of neon pink Lolita, and boy, did she have shrill attempt at some sort of ~kawaii desu~ voice.
“OHEMGEE, Hungary-san, you look just like a ka-wah-ee maid-oh! Does Austria-kun know you’re heeeeeere~?” she cackled.
I could only nervously laugh. Although I was very startled and blood was beginning to run down my leg, I tried to be polite.
“Thank you,” I said, “and yes, I’m sure Austria knows I’m out.”
Her whole face lit up. “KAWAIIIIIIIIIIII!1!1 YOU SOUND JUST LIKE HER! HUNGARY SAN IS REALLY REAL DESUUUU!”
I was becoming rather uncomfortable.
“Ne, can I have your picture, Hungary-san?!” she asked.
I didn’t mind any pictures. After all this girl hadn’t done anything too extreme. I agreed, and stood beside the strange neon pink girl as she rudely threw her camera at a passer-by and demanded that she take our picture. That was when it got creepy.
As we stood there, this girl would NOT stop touching my butt. The first few times I figured were simply accidents, but it quickly escalated into hard groping. Utterly freaked out, I firmly told her to stop, but she only laughed and said, “What’s wrong Hungary-san, are you not into yuri~?”
Again, I told her that I was not joking and once again demanded that she stop.
“But your oshiri is so soft!” she purred, and continued to grab at my backside. I had had enough. This girl was being completely inappropriate, and I was having none of it. I had to pry her hands off of me, and tried to escape. She began to chase me immediately, loudly proclaiming, “Neeeee, your vital regions are mine, Hungary-chan!”
Finally, I was able to reach con security and told them what had happened. Thank God, the neon pink girl was kicked out, still throwing “bakas” and “tsunderes” at me as she was escorted out.
I continued the hunt for my friends as they had heard what happened, but a very sweet guy cosplaying as America kept me company until then. He helped bandage my scraped knee and even bought a smoothie for me from the nearby food court. Thankfully, some good came out of this, but I’m definitely not straying alone at cons anymore.
Submit Anon: Yuri Sex Slave
Warning: I’m bad at writing.
This weeb story is pretty tame compared to many I’ve read on this site, but I shared this with a friend and she deemed it worthy of posting.
This takes place in middle school (the weeb breeding ground) I was just getting out of my own weeb faze, still drawing anime but nothing too awful and was actually making friends (before I only had maybe 2 people who would talk to me) and everything was going fine.
A new girl had transferred and I felt really bad for her because I never saw her talking with anyone, knowing how it feels to not really have anyone to talk to I invited her to sit at my lunch table. I would even switch seats in my classes to sit by her when I saw we had some together.
Worst. Mistake. Ever.
Submit: Anon Creepy JPOP weeaboo pedophile
Okay, here’s the deal. I joined the Johnny’s Entertainment (JE) fandom when I was in 7th grade, which is about a year ago. I had been through a pretty big weeb phase before (i wore cat ears ALL THE FUCKING TIME, said stuff was kawaii all the time, had horrible art, and called every boy i had a crush on “oniichan”. it was pretty bad.) and I was just sorta moving out of it when I discovered JE. This isn’t a CRAAAZY weeaboo story, but it’s pretty bad. Brace yourself.
Now, if you don’t know what JE is, it’s basically a talent agency founded by a dude named Johnny Kitagawa who basically does all of the recruiting of teenage boys and making them into JPOP stars. I thought these bands were the most amazing thing ever, quite literally. So shortly after I joined the fandom I met a few people who were super nice and sweet and we liked to roleplay as well. As I branched out a bit more, I met this one girl. Let’s call her Red. I will be Kiwi.
Red owns a Facebook fanpage for Marius Yo from the super-popular JE group Sexy Zone. Marius was twelve and my ‘’ichiban’’ or favorite member at the time, and he was Red’s ichiban as well. Red and I made friends quite quickly. However, soon after, I learned this.
Red was eighteen at the time. I was twelve.
Submit Anon: SasoDei
A few years ago, when I was about 15, there was a girl who had a crush on me. I’m a girl as well, but during that time, I was still trying to figure out my “identity” (I’m bi-curious). It was a normal thing, since (not trying to brag, but it’s true) many people, boys and girls alike, had taken a liking to me.
The girl, who I will call A, wasn’t the most appealing person. She was a hambeast for her age (she was younger than me by a year or so). She was my seatmate in class.
A didn’t like anime until I remarked (directed to another person) that I’m very interested in anime and watched it when I had time. A then asked what was anime and I answered, because I didn’t have the heart to be mean, even though she was infamous in class for her creepy and weird ways.
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Submit Anon: Anime Klub, The Fall of Senpai.
I’ve been following this blog for awhile, and I think it’s time I added to the grand archives.
Anime Klub President - Senpai
Friend that stayed in anime klub - J
This is a story from my freshman and a bit of my sophomore year. I also have a tale that spans from junior high to now, but I’ll save that for later.
My school had. HAD. An anime klub. God bless the teachers who finally put their foot down and refused to give them a meeting room. I was in that horrific room for a majority of my freshman year, and since it was disbanded in my sophomore year, I can gladly say weebish activity has significantly decreased.