I've seen a few of the stories on here involve people who dress up and go to sushi resteraunts. Is this really weeaboo behavior? Or is it just the fact that these people were doing the whole "butchering the Japanese language thing?"
Cosplaying in public outside of a convention (unless the costume could pass as casual wear) generally qualifies as weeaboo behaviour.
I’ll be the first to admit that I had a weeaboo phase. It never got to the point where I was randomly spouting off Japanese or glomping people or doing anything generally creepy, but anime was about the only thing I would truly talk about with others. I was a loner and a loser and was overall an unhappy person. Then came Meeps.
Meeps and I met when I was in my freshman year and she was in seventh grade. We went to the same private therapeutic school, but she had been at a different campus than me up until the beginning of that year. At lunch a few days after she (and a few other seventh graders) first got there, she spotted me drawing in my notebook. She came over and sat down next to me and when she recognized that it was a character from Elfen Lied, she got super excited and started talking to me about it.
It turned out that she was into a lot of the same anime as I was. Elfen Lied, Higurashi, mostly violent crap that we thought was hardcore. So from that point, she clung to me like glue. She would sit next to me every day at lunch and get upset if I wanted to talk to any other people. It didn’t bother me much, because I didn’t have many other friends to speak of anyway. But that soon changed, and I started spending more time with my new friends and less time with Meeps. I started realizing how annoying Meeps was, so I avoided her.
But it didn’t matter who I was with or what I was doing, she would always try and butt in. She’d come run straight into my side, yelling ‘SHANNON-CHAN, MY KOIBITO, I’VE MISSED YOU!’ and would stick her face into my chest. She’d speak in this high pitched, whiny voice and attempt to ‘roleplay’ out loud. She pretended to be her favorite characters and OCs and was generally obnoxious. Her behavior was embarassing, and it ended up driving one of my newfound friends away.
So when I finally left that school, I broke off contact with her. However, it didn’t end there. After about two years of not talking to her, Meeps found me on deviantART and asked if we could hang out. I didn’t want to be rude, and I’d forgotten just how annoying she was, so I said sure and we met up at the mall. She was more outwardly obsessed with all things desu; she was wearing some gothic lolita abomination and cat ears. Quintessential weeaboo wear.
When she saw me, she lit up and ran over to me. And, in front of at least fifty strangers, she essentially jumped on top of me and groped my boobs, telling me I had gotten ‘sexier’ in butchered Japanese and that we would be the perfect ‘yuri couple’. I was obviously mortified and left as soon as I could push her off of me. Moral of the story: If you ever meet someone that makes you uncomfortable, break your relationship off and keep it broken off. Because chances are, they’re still going to make you uncomfortable years from now.
Before I start my story, there are two things you need to know. One, I’m a cis guy, but my boyfriend is trans. However, he’s pre-T and pre-surgery (he’s still a minor, and unfortunately his parents are unsupportive), so he still has kind of a high voice and a slight figure. Two, my boyfriend was born with a rare condition that left him with a slightly malformed left lung. Generally it’s not as bad as it sounds, he was lucky to to be born with “enough” lung tissue to be able to lead a pretty normal life; he’s got some breathing difficulties and is more prone to infections, and he’s exempt from gym at school because he’s a “liability” but other than that it doesn’t really interfere with his life all that much (when he was younger he underwent a lot of treatments but he’s now long out of the “critical” stage that doctors are usually most concerned about). Still, he has to be careful not to exert himself too much. Both of these things are important to my story.
Around 3 years ago when I first started High school I decided to join the anime club because I was fairly new to the area (having started at the end of eighth grade) and had barely any friends. But this was my first mistake. On the first day of anime club I met The president of the club (lets call her amy) Amy was a nice girl she was a Senior and I quickly took a liking to her because we shared many similar interests. She and the rest of the club quickly named me Al ( because of my strong resemblance to the character from Fullmetal Alchemist) After a few weeks of Showing up at anime club I noticed this guy that always hung around the back of the club. I asked Amy about him she said his name was Jay ( name changed) and apparently they were great friends. Me being naive decided to talk to this kid. My biggest mistake.
Jay was a kid who dressed in all black. He was obsessed with Bleach, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Hetalia, and hentai. The first thing he said to me when I approached him was “I’m goth don’t talk to me.” Not even a day later when I mentioned Hetalia he jumped right in and had no problem talking to me. After I mentioned Germany was my favorite character he decided we were friends. A few weeks later he invited me and Amy for dinner and we accepted. Before school was out that day Amy pulled me aside and warned me he was a bit….not right in the head I didnt think much of the warning until we got to his house.
Opon arriving to his house I relized he didn’t just “like” hentai he loved it. His room was covered in printed out pictures of Hentai full body pillows of naked anime charectors and figures of Hatsume Miku in ….”questionable* poses. As if this didn’t scare me enough There was a large Nazi flag hanging above his bed and other nazi propaganda. He quickly changed into his “GermanY” Cosplay which acctually was a Nazi uniform and gave us “Roles” to play in his “Reich” I was given “Hitler youth” . Of course by this time I was really freaked out and wanted to leave. When he excused himself to the bathroom Amy quickly turned to me and told me to play along or He’d freak out. After two hours Amy had to leave leaving me there all alone. Jay of course was fine with this saying it was ok he’d just “have fun playing with me alone” . As soon as we got up stairs He tackled me onto the bed telling me how he always “Loved” me and wanted him to be my “First” I quickly pushed him off a ran into the bathroom calling my dad to pick me up. While i was waiting for my dad Jay was outside the door telling me how he wanted his “little Al-chan to come out and play ” and how “kawaii-desu” it was that i was hiding from him. After about 5 minutes of him doing this he got angry and started saying that he was gonna “murder my family with his hoard of Hollows” Or how he was going to call the Akatsuki to come and kill them. As soon as my dad was there I opened the door and tried to run out of the house but he blocked my way telling me i would never escape him. So I kneed him in he balls and got out of there as fast as possible.
I texted Amy about what Happened and she said she was already taking care of it. She kicked him out of Anime club the next time he came which really pissed him off so he yelled he was going to japan to train in the ways of the Nazi Ninja soul reapers so he could come kill all of our families. The next week he got kicked out of school for wearing a Nazi armband and telling a black student he would curb stomp her. We never heard from him again thank god…
So, this happened a few years ago when I was at school. Every lunch break my friends and I would draw together, the styles we drew in were varied though nearly all of us had watched an anime or read a manga and were fans. It was a large-ish group of around eleven and we all were closer or more distant to certain people within the group though there was this one guy who sort of freaked us all out, I’ll call him AJ.
Out of all of us AJ was most likely to be classed as a weeaboo. He’d draw manga from those god-awful American ‘How to Draw Manga’ booklets and his work was incredibly cliché (women with impossibly large breasts and eyes and men will millions of abs). He was also a very touchy-feely sort of guy and would freak most of us out by getting far too close for comfort, such as stroking and even smelling our hair or randomly picking us up and carrying us away, constantly poking us or try to snuggle. If we told him to stop he’d act really hurt and would pout and stuff, not understanding that we found it uncomfortable (even more so that he was the only guy in the group and a large guy at that, especially when most of us had small framed bodies.) He’s call us ‘chan’ and other butchered attempts at Japanese endearments.
If one of us drew a male/male couple (yaoi or not) he would say how gross it was and how two males shouldn’t be paired together, but how we should draw more female/female and how a lesbian-relationship was really hot (not caring that some of us were bisexual or lesbian). He’d refer to sexualities as yaoi, yuri or het. He had the attitude of “well I think yaoi is gross and unnatural but I’m not against them or anything.”
We tried to distance ourselves from him but unfortunately for me, he walked the same way home as I did so often he would either wait for me outside the gates or run to catch up with me. He would talk about how metal and Japanese bands were the “only true form of music” and how he really wanted anime pillows. How sushi was amazing. At first I could relate since I did like sushi and listened to a few Japanese bands.
Then things descended to a how new level of weeaboo. He told me that after school he was going to move to Japan and become an “otaku”, that he was going to marry a Japanese woman since “all Japanese women are hot”. That he was going to produce his own manga and open up his own manga studio. It was clear that he actually knew very little about Japan aside from the anime pop culture.
The he said something which I found shocking. He more or less said that Japan has a perfect history and whatever it had done it was totally justified. I asked him about what Japan had done to China and other Asian countries in the past and he replied “well that’s all just hyped up by the Americans so they could nuke Japan, Japan actually did nothing wrong.”
Dear fnohomestuck, I have a con horror story for you.
A couple of friends and I went to a fairly small con about a month ago, and were having a great time until this ‘Terezi cosplayer’ (she was just wearing a teal floral print shirt and orange pants and red sunglasses) came up and started harassing the Karkat in our group, calling her her matesprit. She then left and cackled like a witch down the hallway (no really, imagine the wicked witch of the west). It made us ask ‘what the fuck just happened?’ but we thought it was over until she came up to us again later with money hanging out of her shirt (bra-less) and was just- really creepy wouldn’t leave us alone. She was just incredibly creepy and kept asking us to sniff/taste her pants. The next day she asked my prepubescent brother to touch her breasts.
Again, all was fine and good, except for us asking what the fuck had just happened. Until we went to another con 2 weeks later and she was there again. This was an even smaller con so her insistently following us was even more annoying and creepy. But this time she had covered herself in grey with crayola markers and used the black marker on her lips. She was hanging around a group of 3 13 year olds, but moved permanently to our group on saturday. Here’s a list of the shit she did then
flashed us twice
crawled away on all fours with her skirt hiked up over her back, giving us 30 seconds of vag shots
put on grey clay for skin paint got it all over the hotel walls
kept trying to lick us kept
Eventually a guy from our group told her that she made us uncomfortable and to fuck off. I’ve been going to cons for 11 years and this is my first horror story. God bless Homestuck.
At first I thought this site was really silly, but then the stories reminded me toooo much of all the people I've been trying to avoid for the past 8 years. It's like terrible flash backs. Why can't more normal people enjoy anime? ;n;
There are plenty of normal people who enjoy anime! You just don’t write/remember stories about them…because they’re normal! (⊙‿⊙✿)
During my high schools years I was the president of the anime club. I was introduced to a guy named “Cloud” instantly I thought it Final Fantasy immediately. He was in my grade but we didn’t have any classes together, so I didn’t know much about him. I didn’t think anything big of his name being Cloud because many of us in the anime club went by anime type aliases. He was Asian but definitely south East Asian (Assumably Cambodian, Thai, or Laotian. I would know because I am Cambodian and black and he were about the same skin tone). He was friendly, and really sweet so I found him to be company and we continued to become close friends. Sure, I thought I was a bit odd how he glomped everyone or spoke like a cat but the Anime club was crawling with weeaboos so it wasn’t really abnormal behavior.
It wasn’t until he began telling us stories of his life in Japan. He swore that when he was living in Japan that he was a high school teacher (He was only 16 when we first met), and for someone that claimed he’s lived in Japan his whole life his Japanese was very limited. At the time I was teaching beginners Japanese at a museum and his Japanese was very basic otaku Japanese. (Nya, Ohayo, Japanese honorifics, sensei. etc) Anytime I greeted him in a long Japanese phrase he would avoid answering me. He also claimed that his Naruto headband for the leaf village had been passed down to him from his great grandfather in Japan and was the symbol of their clan. (He cut off the made in china tag and called it authentic, and that Naruto was based off of his family) He told us his real name was Itachi, and that he had a demon that lived inside his body that wanted him to hurt people. My friends and I didn’t really know what to do. He was really a sweet person but his lies began to get to us. He would swear that his name was Itachi (However as Anime club president I am given a school roster of all of the members and there was no Itachi on my list.) and Cloud was his American name that he was given when he came to this country.
He also showed us anime art (That you would get from google) and claimed that he was the artist (Tony Taka was one of his favorites to claim) However if he drew anything with a pencil it was always a basic “How to draw manga” type art. One day he asked if he could show a video at anime club, and I agreed. He played the Dead Fantasy video created by Monty Oum and claimed that he made it when he was in Japan and Monty Oum stole it from him.
That was the last straw. I didn’t really care that he lied to me but to claim something that someone worked so hard to make as your own was my breaking point. I talked with other club members and my friend decided to confront him the next day. Big mistake.
He began crying and started going on about his girlfriend in Japan had killed herself after they had a fight and that it was his fault. He hid in a corner going on about how he’s fighting demons and that he doesn’t deserve friends like us. None of us had ever heard about a girlfriend before (which was odd because he’s the bragging type.)
Over the course of the next three years his lies only became more detailed. We all learned to deal with it because anytime someone called him on his lies he killed off a loved one and became really emo. Since he was only a compulsive liar but a friendly person we just let him go on lying. No one believed him anymore. He’s killed off more imaginary girlfriends than I can count, and after the big earthquake he claimed that his grandfather’s mansion was destroyed and he was worried that his grandfather had been killed. (He showed us a picture that he got with ninja satellite technology of his destroyed home) He said he was going back to Japan to find his grandfather and avenge his family. He missed one day of school and said that his grandfather was dead and he will have to be the head of the ninja clan. As proof of his trip he brought us Pocky. We all new that it would of taken him more than 24 hours to go and come back from Japan but it wasn’t even worth arguing about.
It’s been about a year since graduation and he’s still claiming to be a Japanese demon ninja with a beautiful girlfriend in Japan and that has sworn to avenge his grandfather.
I’m 27 years old. When I was 14-18 I went through a massive weeaboo phase where I watched anime non-stop. Anyway, I just started university and since I’m still sort of into anime, I decided to join the anime club. The club is mainly comprised of first year (aged 18-19) students. Immediately upon entering I noticed, lets just call her, Kayla. Anyway, Kayla is not your typical weeaboo. She’s extremely attractive and it’s quite clear all the boys (and some girls) can’t help but stare at her. Now she’s 9 years younger than I am so I decide not to try anything, but as soon as I sat down she began talking to me about Hetalia. I’m somewhat familiar with it. She then talked about Japanese music and I told her that I listened to it 24/7. She gave me her e-mail and a few days passed and we were talking all the time. This resulted into a romantic relationship.
Now, I had no idea what I had just gotten into. Yes, she used the word “kawaii”, “baka”, “sugoi” all the time, but she was just so nice/attractive. Everyone in the group was a bit jealous. So we decided to meet up for coffee outside of campus at a local coffee shop. I get there and I find her wearing a Nazi-like out made out of cloth and PVC. She explains to me that she was feeling very “Germany tonight, ne?”. Fair enough…. I’m a bit creeped out but okay. During our second date she dressed up as a gothic lolita at the sushi restaurant. She attempts to order in Japanese (the servers are all Korean) and when they can’t understand her she sighs loudly and says, “This is soooo not authentic!” and storms out. She apologizes to me the next morning and says, “Sorry I went overboard ne?”. I forgive her.
Our third date is at her place. She makes me sit through 2 hours of hardcore yaoi. She knows I’m heterosexual but she says, “If you wanna have sex with me tonight we need yaoi to turn me on”. So we end up doing it and it’s SO WEIRD. She keeps yelling in Japanese (even when we aren’t doing it) and keeps calling me “SENSEI”. She also keeps yelling random names of J-rockers. Instead of “Oh God” she yells “Oh Gackt”. Weird. Afterwards she tells me that next time I should call her “My kawaii lolita” or some shit along those lines.
So this is where it gets REALLY BAD.
By our fourth date I’m dreading it. I tell myself I have to break up with her soon. We decide to take the bus to the movies. She complains that there’s no Japanese/Asian films playing and how everything American sucks and tells me, “I don’t wanna see a movie… how about we go to the beach instead? It’ll be sugoi!!! Meet me at the bus station”. Now, I get to the bus station and she’s dressed as Germany again except this time it looks REALLY REALLY Nazi-like. I don’t even wanna know how much that costume cost. She has the SS symbol on her cuffs. She’s wearing a Nazi-like armband minus the swastika with a Nazi hat with an eagle on it. I’m horribly embarrassed by her but we get on the bus.
EVERYONE is looking at us (especially her) and I’m just pretending everything is okay. An older man walks up to us (we’re sitting at the back) and basically calls her a scoundrel for wearing Nazi clothing. She responds in JAPANESE (the man is clearly white/not Japanese!) and then starts yelling in English at him. “It’s my character! From an anime from JAPAN. You know the country people like you NUKED”. The old man shakes his head and walks away and another passenger yells at her something like. “Nazi bitch go home”. She throws her bag down and yells something in fake German and then says “YOU HAVE NO PERSONALITY. YOU’RE JUST JEALOUS. YOU ARE UNCULTURED” etc. Anyway, I lost it. I couldn’t take it. I pulled the ringer and got off on the next stop. As I was leaving the bus she yells, “HAH. Just like everyone else!” or something.
We haven’t hung out since. That was 3 weeks ago. I see her around the cafeteria and she waves at me like nothing ever happened. Last week she was wearing a Ranma 1/2 outfit which she designed herself. I don’t think I’ll ever speak to her again.
okay so i, like many others on this tumblr, had a weeaboo phase of my own when i was 14. i called people incorrect honorifics, i owned a leather collar, i read weird yuri mangas. this was right around when i was figuring out my own sexuality so i joined my school’s GSA. that was a mistake.
the GSA at our school was not, as one might think, a haven for queer youth. instead it was the anime club devoted to yuri/yaoi, and it was terrifying. and none was more terrifying than the leader, Olivia (name changed). Olivia was two grades above me, a junior to my freshman. she appeared to be a cute korean girl fond of lolita gear and shoujo manga. she was in the GSA because she identified as lesbian. for one brief second i contemplated dating her. i cannot express how relieved i am that that did not come to fruition.
over the next year and a half of knowing her, i realized just how fucking crazy she was. first of all she was a kleptomaniac. i dont mean she stole occasionally, i mean she stole ALL THE TIME. you couldn’t put your backpack down around her. she bragged about having stolen over $2000 worth of manga. i went to urban outfitters with her and watched her walk out in plain sight with a pair of sunglasses. it was actually pretty impressive. she said she was a master thief because nobody suspected a sweet cute asian girl like her which is true and kind of genius.
and then i started talking to her about manga. she liked yuri, i liked yuri, and it was really nice to be around another girl who liked girls because she sort of knew what i was going through. one of our other GSA friends, Lila*, tagged along a lot and we’d talk about anime and manga and general weeaboo stuff. me, Lila and Olivia hung out a couple times and we had fun. it was kind of awkward to be with them in public because they’d talk about yaoi and ‘hot buttsex’ REALLY LOUDLY and with no sense of discretion but i got kind of used to it.
me and Lila and Olivia all had spanish class in the same area the same period so we’d all walk back from classes together. this particular day we were talking about lolita wear and yuri manga. i was saying how gross and weird i found moe (an art style depicting characters as young children) to be, particularly in terms of explicit manga. Lila agreed with me.
Olivia said ‘I think it’s kind of hot.’
me and Lila looked at each other.
‘my ideal age for a girl is like 7 or 8.’ Olivia said.
me and Lila walked away. we never spoke to Olivia again.
i went home and did some serious soul searching that day. i came to the conclusion that i needed new friends and a new hobby. i quit the GSA, eventually Olivia graduated and went god knows where but hopefully very very far away. i still see Lila around sometimes, she’s still much more of a weeaboo than i am. we nod at each other in the hallways and i thank god that i got out alive.
It all started a few years ago when I was staying the night at my grandmother’s house. She told me that one of my cousins was coming down from upstate, and I could meet her for the first time.
Now, at the time, I was into Naruto. Not CRAZY into it, but I watched it if it was on, had a poster for it—nothing much. So when Reny arrived, I told her a bit about how I liked some anime. Luckily, an episode was on that night, so we watched it together.
I couldn’t have known what I’d started.
After that first episode, Reny started watching more and more Naruto. And, god, was she IN LOVE with Sasuke. I mean, completely crazy for him. In the beginning, I just brushed it off as fan-girl love.
But, one day, she idly asked me, “Guess who I talked to today?”
"Who?" I casually responded.
Her face lit up. “Sasuke.”
…I really didn’t know what to make of that. Was she serious? Did she think she was actually talking to him?
Her addiction only worsened after that. She always talked about the characters as if they were standing right next to her and she adopted the feared otaku squeals.
My aunt actually forbid her from watching the show for a while, it got that bad. I’m not sure what the breaking point was, but I heard a rumor in my family that Reny told my aunt that she planned to run away and become a ninja…
I had just gotten out of my weeaboo stage (along with my two friends, let’s name them P and R.) in seventh grade. We were all pretty chill with everyone, especially the other anime fans. We’d met this one girl, who we’ll name NekoNyaChan, last year and thought she was pretty nice, a great person who was into the same things as us. We’d talk about anime pretty often as a group, and eventually NekoNyaChan started an anime club.
So at this club, about ten - fifteen people showed up twice a week to discuss / watch animes. It was fun, really. She’d bring along mostly Naruto box sets, though. I thought, ‘whatever, she may not have any others. I guess this will do.’ She also yelled at the others in the group if their style of drawing wasn’t suiting her tastes, constantly telling them to make the eyes larger. The others slowly quit coming altogether except for the few who liked the same things as her. Well P, R, and I should have taken this as notice. A huge mistake not to.
I am a fan of Hetalia, so P and R got me a Hetalia shirt. I began to wear it, not very often, but I still wore it every few weeks. Soon, everytime I wore it, NekoNyaChan would glomp me, yell, “PASTAAA ~ !” across the room /during class/ (along with the signature hand movement), and go on about how Italy is hot, and how Germany is sexy and all this nonsense. P wanted to quit being friends with her, but R and I wanted to give her a chance. So we did.
Another big mistake.
Soon after, she bought tons of anime shirts (mainly those from Hot Topic, or her own poorly made iron on ones), and wore one on every single day of the week. She’d also randomly glomp - no, more like /tackle/ - the three of us, shouting ‘Nya ~ !’, or wearing cat ears and telling everyone she was a neko. Then she began adding honorifics, “-chan,” “-sensei,” “-kun,” and using them at the wrong times. (Yes, she’d actually yell out ‘sensei’ in class.) Hence the nickname us three gave her, NekoNyaChan.
Well, we’d slowly weeded her out of our lives (she found a new person - which I felt bad for and did warn him, but I really don’t know what happened to him), and continued on normally. A year later, we planned to go to a local anime group meeting that encouraged cosplay, in our usual Hetalia (and the next day, Reborn.) cosplay groups. Somehow NekoNyaChan found out our plans. As my parents dropped off in the front, so did NekoNyaChan’s. She was in a Italy cosplay, and P was in a Germany cosplay. (Keep in mind we have an Italy already) Well, she’s a pretty large girl, and P is easily knocked down.
She yelled ” DOISTUUUU ! “, /tackled/ P, throwing her onto the ground and knocking her out (we were on the pavement, still). After this, she turned to R who was Spain, began singing his character song (terribly, I might add.), and then stared straight at me. At the time I was in my S. Italy cosplay.
Well, she screamed “ONII - CHAAAAAAAN”, tackled me as well, not caring that P was unconscious on the floor, or that I had a broken leg. P and I were taken back to our homes, my leg damaged again, and P receiving a mild concussion.
The next day, the others in our group had gone back to the meeting in their Reborn cosplays. When they’d run across NekoNyaChan, she yelled at them saying that her Hibaya (me) wasn’t there because they were jealous of her cosplay and the fact that I loved her more. And something else about how she was much more of an anime fan than them.
I don’t know what went down between them, but after that NekoNyaChan stayed away from me and eventually moved.
Well, I know now that I should really be aware of who I become ‘friends’ with.
So wait, is anyone who likes anime more than the average person a "weaboo" now? Cause that's not fair. I mean there are people that are bat shit insane, but you get that EVERYWHERE in life. Not just anime fans. I mean, I've been an anime fan since I first watched Pokemon, I watch at least 6-10 new series of Anime every year. But that doesn't mean I spout random Japanese, nor does it mean that I make sexual advances on random people. And what's wrong with wanting to work in Japan?
a weeaboo is someone who makes others genuinely uncomfortable/takes anime and the like way too seriously, to the point of having comedic or shock value. The submissions have been kind of slim pickings recently, which is why we brought it up in a previous ask. We delete numerous submissions that deal with people who just like anime more than normal. You can be completely obsessed with anime/have a house full of body pillows and figurines and still not be a weeaboo by this blog’s definition (one of the mods here seriously watches and keeps up with 20+ shows a season, I’m not kidding). What defines a weeaboo is how they behave in public or treat others. When your anime obsession contributes to mistreating others/acting incredibly out of line in public/generally being rude/ or being so bizarre it’s comical, that gets you weeaboo-dom. I read your other asks elaborating on this and, while I don’t think it’s necessary to post them, the girl who called you a weeaboo for casually talking about FMA was just being mean I guess.
So, I got into Team Fortress 2 awhile back, maybe a few months ago. Not long after, I found a bunch of tf2 cosplayers and decided to try it. Since I’m pretty lanky and thin, I decided to go for Spy. I managed to get it all together in time for a one-day-con (and I’ll be damned if it didn’t take me a month to find that suit.) and I got some very positive reactions, shared a lot of laughs-… Until this girl came along. We’ll call her Engie, since that was apparently who she was cosplaying as. (Fem-engineer with rediculously tiny short-overalls, heeled boots painted black, a blue low-cut shirt, the hat, and some cleaning gloves.)
Well, she came running up to me while I was posing for a picture, and proceeded to tackle me to the floor, and almost crushed me. The me to her ratio was completely off… She outweighed me by about 100 lbs (me being about 100 myself) and it was enough to leave me bruised and knock the air out of my lungs. She then proceeded to try and rip my mask off while I struggled and told her to get off. No, no, she would NOT, and responded to my thrashing with, “Spy~UUUU~~~KUUUN! Why are you being such a meanie? We’re married!” I sort of deadpanned and squirmed out from under her, trying to make sure my costume was still in tact. To my relief, it was.
A good two hours later when I was at lunch with my friends A and B, she scurried over and slammed her fist on the table, yelling at me and saying I was ignoring my “Waifu”.To make the rest of a long story short, she continued glomping and whining at me until we all left.
Some years ago, I was at a con with my little circle of nerd-type bros. We stopped outside of our hotel to drink our weeb sodas and, somehow, this odd-looking fellow gets roped into our conversation. Being young and dumb, we invite him up to our room to talk some more and watch some anime I could tell was pretty bad, even back then.
As time went on, so the dude got creepier, leering at and hitting on my (lesbian) friend, and making generally terrible comments near-constantly. But, young and dumb as we were, we didn’t kick him out until he suggested I make out with my little sister, who had also come along, because “it would be yuri and incest at the same time”.
Yes, he actually said that. I think I was fifteen or so at the time.
During the following years we’ve seen him a couple times at the same con, always taking care not to get close enough that he might recognize us.
Okay, I’ve been to a few expos in my years of cosplay experience and…this has to be the worst that has happened to me so far. I was cosplaying Akita Neru Matryoshka, one of my friends was cosplaying Luka Matryoshka (I’ll call her Ali) and another cosplayed Miku Matryoshka (I’ll call her Oli). We were enjoying half way of the expo, socialising to people when this late 20 year old man came up to us…I didn’t know this at the time, but he was apparently cosplaying Kaito (I’ll call him Ian)…but I couldn’t tell, Ian only wore a wig and casual clothes. First Ian asked us for hugs which we all did. It was okay at first because he was only asking us for our facebooks, most people did. Then when we started to move on but Ian started tagging along with us, asking me if that was okay so I said sure..unsure of what to say.
As Ali and Oli talked to other cosplayers I was stuck with him. He kept talking to me and suddenly pulled me into a more romantic hug than just a hug and he kept saying “oh, you’re so cute” and gazed at me hungrily. I was nervously laughing and trying to pull away but Ian didn’t budge. He then said “can I have a kiss on the cheek?” I admit I was scared at this point because I suffer anxiety so I did, thinking that’s all he would want and would let me go…I was so wrong.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" I didn’t, so I said I don’t have one and before I could tell him to let me go Ian kissed me. ON THE LIPS. He was trying to snog me. But I wasn’t letting him. I was tense and struggled to get him off of me. He was in his late 20’s and I was only 14! He kept pulling away for air and go back to snog me, I just wanted to throw up in his mouth.
Eventually I pushed him away from me and went to Oli and Ali whilst he was talking to other cosplayers. I told them what happened and they were horrified, we started to make a run to hide behind a caravan but Ian saw us, and made his way to us.
Ali and Oli grabbed my hands and we ran to a tall male Ciel cosplayer. We told him the situation and pointed to Ian and the Ciel said to us “don’t worry, I won’t let him get you guys” and glared at Ian who turned the other way.
When we got home from that day, surprisingly Ian didn’t ruin my day, it was a fun expo day but when I checked on facebook he sent me a message saying “hi, I’m the man with the blue wig :)” so then Ali sent him a message back saying I was her girlfriend and she would have battered him if she saw what Ian did. He apologised and left me alone.
The moral of this story? Stick close to your friends, because if they turn their back for a moment, you could be snogged by a weeaboo =A=
I was never really into anime and I never really considered myself to be hardcore. I read some manga here and there, watched a few anime when I felt like it, but I never ran around screaming “kawaii” or anything like that. I was not an otaku, far from it. If you threw some random anime/manga name at me, I’ve more than likely never heard of them. Ever.
A couple years ago I worked at a sushi restaurant to help pay for me and my sister’s apartment rent. It was a nice job, I liked getting free sushi and stuff and the customers that often came were regulars and were pretty nice. The restaurant wasn’t big since it was a small family ran it and the only five people worked there.
Of course, being Japanese themed, it does attract a strange crowd of people. And by people I mean a group of weeaboos that come every week. They dress like their favorite characters every now and again (cat ears, cat tail, cosplaying) and they constantly drop the words “nya” “desu” “chan” “san” “kun” “sama” “kawaii” and everything else you can think of, but it wasn’t these that really got on my nerves. It was the constant squealing, screaming, yelling “KAWAII” at the top of their lungs screaming “OMG! HE’S SO SEXY! I WANT HIS BABIES” at anime/manga drawings. There were several young children around. Some of the customers that had come hastily left. One of my co-workers speaks Korean and called them crazy in Korean. Several people thought they were crazy.
Not only that, but I had asked them several times to please keep it down. There were other customers around who were trying to eat and have a conversation with their friends as well. On one occasion, one of them squealed at me with “OMG!!! YOU LOOK JUST LIKE YUFFIE!” She grabbed me and actually hugged me and tried to pinch my cheeks and grab my nose. I was highly offended because I was 1) a complete stranger to her and 2) I was working and doing something like that to a person working is not good.
And then several of them actually said that I looked Japanese. I must be Japanese. I looked Asian. I tried to correct them by pointing out that I was half-Korean. They refused to listen to me and continued to squeal that I was Japanese and I was so cute that they could stick me in their pocket. One of them wanted my babies. Now, imagine taking orders from them every week. It was hell for me for a year. Every time I took their orders they screamed “NII-SAN!!! YOU’RE SO YUMMY!!!” Or something towards that line. Needless to say, I was and am scared of weeaboos.
I’m not sure whether this girl (We’ll call her K) would be considered an otakukin, otherkin, or batshit insane beyond what is thought to be possible. Ok, so our little tale of horror begins at the apartments I lived in about four years ago. We had just moved there, so I was friendless, knew noone, etc. and was going to a new school. Needless to say, I was freaked out and lonely, sobbu sobbu and what not. I was sort of a bottle-black-greasy haired emo-kid that didn’t talk to anyone, mostly because I was -scared- to do so. That’s when I met K. She was in the same grade, and I met her one day in English class. She seemed pretty nice, and we started hanging out. The thing that should have sent me off was the fact that she would make random screeching noises and shudder occasionally. Since I was a total loser and didn’t wan to run away from my only friend, I would just kind of giggle.
One day, we were at my apartment, watching some naruto, and she said, “Hah, I remember. He used that jutsu last time.” I asked what she was talking about. She just sort of ignored me.
In the next few days, she started talking about her ‘other half’ which was apparently a black dragon goddess named Illihria or something along those lines. From then on, she would screech and flap her arms at random times and growl, claiming that the dragon was taking over. Wat.
That died down for a while, and then she claimed that the spirit of Sakura was going to take over her body and change her completely. She was also convinced that I was a celestial wolf goddess.
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It’s an old Perry Bible Fellowship comic that invented the word “weeaboo”. It didn’t refer to people obsessed with anime until around 2005-2006ish? when 4chan started autofiltering “wapanese” to “weeaboo”.
Ok so I just moved into a new state and had a new school. Everyone was being introduced to me when this girl (who i will call luna) stated that her name was haruhi. She said the same thing from the anime about time travelers and all of that. THEN afterwards she walked up to me and said “your going to be in my club to help me search for them right?”. I didnt want to be rude so I said sure but then things started to get bad. First, she took my hand and brought me into what used to be the family consumer science room. She said “we need more people if we are going to find aliens!”. Then after she took one of the best looking cheerleaders with blond hair and said she was “kawaii” enough for our “club”. She pushed her in the room, locked the door, and then one of the janitors heard we were in there and tried to come in. I thought after that we would be kicked out of the school but it turns out she actually got permission to make it a REAL club. I wanted to tell her she was crazy, but i was too afraid at the time being new to the school so I shut my mouth. Then after “luna” said to me : so cheerleaders turn you on huh?” and then took my hand and put it on the poor cheerleaders chest. She was nervous and then fainted, so I caught her and luna said “I bet you like her don’t you(which i sorta did)? why don’t you kiss her then??” And literally forced my head down to kiss her. After being forced to kiss her I pushed luna into a wall and ran out of the room to tell the teacher what she did. The teacher suspended her which really pissed her off so she hit me. After all of that was done I walked back into the clubroom to get my stuff when I saw the cheerleader was there. She told me her name and also told me of how crazy luna was. Now we are currently dating so i am sort of grateful of that happening. But even so I will never forget it!
There’s a girl who went to my high school during my freshman and sophomore years. Let’s call her K.
K has really terrible hygiene. I know I shouldn’t judge, but she looks like a stereotypical weeb. She’s always wearing her Death Note or Pokemon shirts and carrying this really dirty, beat-up Death Note bag. She never really had any friends, so I kind of took pity on her. I and a friend of mine, let’s call her Sprinkles, decided to sit with her at lunch one day.
That may have been one of the biggest mistakes we have ever made.
There is a girl in my school, let’s call her BB. She was reading Hetalia in the lunch line. Because I am a solitary anime/manga fan, I thought that this would be a fine time to make a good friend. I commented, “Hey, is that Hetalia?” BB looks up from her book and smiles a great big smile. -> (o U o) she’s this tiny little thing with big eyes
She and I hit off a great friendship with anime/manga/yaoi/etc common ground. But BB starts to get a little too….. open… She starts printing out hentai/yaoi/yuri booklets for me. I figure that this is just a joke, so I go along for a little while, even printing out a pretty hilarious/interesting/wtf picture as a joking response to one of her booklets.
This said image happens to be a yuri picture. BB asks me if I like yuri. I tell her that yes, I have read some good ones but in general I stick to action stuff. She suddenly starts getting all touchy feely — not the emotional kind — the physical kind. She stopped giving me all of those freaky pictures, so I figured that this was just a new joke. Like before, I do some clearly joking seductive moves, laughing and saying, ” (lol) just kidding…” I turn back to my locker to close it and when I look back… she’s rubbing her thighs together/licking her lips/doing that weird uncomfy-looking nekoish move with her fists up to her mouth.
She does this every time that I do one of those joke moves, so I stop because she’s starting to freak me out. Things start to go back to normal and I even go over to her house one evening. Her mom is watching TV downstairs, and we’re in her room drawing mangaish pictures on our homework and leafing through her manga.
Suddenly she’s on top of me. I laugh and tell her to get off. I assume she’s playing cat cuz she’s got fake ears on…. She takes out a box of I shit-you-not cucumbers wrapped in food wrap for makeshift condoms. WHADAFUQWHADAFUQWHADAFUQ
She says, “Let’s sexu~ in yuri desu~ <3”
I;m like, “Uh…. no thanks… get off, I really don’t do this stuff…”
I push her down off of me and get on my knees to get up. I’m about to grab my bag and jacket when I hear, ” Ohhhh you’re so aggressive desuka~ but y’know I’m really more of a seme than an uke~” she’s pushing her boobs together with her forearms and putting her knees together. WHADAFUQ x 6,000,000
I kick the box of food-wrap-condomed-cucumbers under her bed and call my mom to pick me up. I wait for my mom next to BB’s mom (she is a sane, religious woman). My mom picks me up. I don’t tell her because my mom has an iffy image of “anime folks” and this would make her tear up every scrap of manga that I have.
At school BB says, “Gomenoosaiii desu~ so sorry i thought that you were a yuri.”
We kinda make up, but I’m still kinda careful around her and I never hang out with her alone. Things are sort of back to normal…. but then again, that’s what I said about the booklets and touchy feely stuff.
Children… if you’re best friend tries to “yuri/yaoi/hentai” you with a cucumber in a food wrap condom, get the hell away….
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Queuing up some stuff right now, but everyone remember to submit! This blog will be dead-er if we run out of stories to post. I’d like to remind everyone that when you submit a story, it needs to be more than just “i met x person and they were a little too excited about anime”. This blog is for legitimately uncomfortable/hilarious situations involving anime/manga/gaming/comic culture, not just stories about slightly rude/socially awkward people you meet!
Okay, so last year I helped start an anime club at my highschool. It was decent, even if we had some bizarre members. However, there was this one guy I thought was utterly odd. Let’s call him Lion. He’s obsessed with furries, likes Japanese things, and likes to use phrases like ‘kawaii’ while making creepy smiles.
During our first meetings, I thought he looked lonely, so I tried to be friendly. The next thing I know, Lion’s popping up everywhere near me during meetings. When the club officers are having a private huddle, he joins in. It’s me Lion always asks questions, not the President. He also tried his best to show his dislike when other people had different opinions then him; very rude.
One disturbing incident involved him breathing heavily and angrily behind me really closely after I sold an anime item he wanted to another club member. It was nerve wrecking. I could feel his breath moving my hair. Yikes..
So, I’ve been to 3 anime conventions so far. Every time there was a dance or ball, I attended. During my 3rd convention, I met this slightly older guy (let’s call him Larry). Out of the room, he was one of the few who actually knew how to waltz. I was thrilled. It was Larry’s first convention. He looked sane and was very intelligent, somewhat nerdy (my friend’s words, not mine). He was super polite, had a great voice, knew fencing, and was quite the gentleman. I was charmed. Larry was normal enough, so I thought it was okay to be friends. (What an idiot I was)
We got along well. We even shared numbers.
During the rest of the con, we hung out alot. I quickly realized Larry wasn’t what he seemed. He could swap faces easily from over enthusiastic weeaboo to stoic. Larry also had the tendency to try to imitate anime character quotes and jokes by making his voice go high. He even admitted his personality at the dance was fake. He was also really religious and looked down upon others. One of the things he said even implied he believed women should stay at home to loyally serve their husbands.
So a couple years ago, I ended up running for president of my high school’s Anime Club. At the time, I had just successfully exited my own rather embarrassing weeaboo phase and I was confident that most of the club members had outgrown their own such phases as well. …unfortunately, my theory was proved wrong by the only other club member who ran against me, who I will refer to as “Ash”. The speech that Ash prepared pretty much was only bragging how she had read over fifty manga series and apparently had watched over one hundred animes with no real reasoning as to what she would do if elected or why she thought that would make her a good president. She wasn’t elected, of course, but I figured that she couldn’t be too bad and would mellow out soon.
At my very first convention, I cosplayed as the character Envy from Fullmetal Alchemist. It was a good cosplay, and I was happy with how it turned out, even though it took me ages to get my wig on properly.
Apparently my costume was pretty popular, and every couple of minutes a new group of people would stop and ask for pictures. I even got to pose with a really good Ed cosplayer. Sometimes people would ask for hugs, and I would say no because I have a thing about being touched.
So anyway, I was posing with an Ed, in an “action” pose (meaning I was standing on one foot, trying not to fall over) when all of a sudden I hear “ENVYYY!”
Out of nowhere, this girl dressed as Sailor Moon comes out of nowhere and tackles me to the ground. She lands on top of me and hugs my face, nuzzling my head and purring or something. I’m pretty small, so she was crushing me and I couldn’t breathe, so I admit I kicked her really hard to get her off me. She rolled over, my (homemade!) wig in hand, with this creepy uguu-sad look on her face.
"But… why did Envy-chan do that?" I explained to her what she did wrong with a look of horror on my face. Her response? "Oh, well if that’s all. I just love Envy-chan soooo much, I had to give him a hug!" She throws my wig on the ground and blows a kiss at me, says "Ohhh I wanna have your babies, Envy-chan!" makes sexual gestures at me, and leaves. I could only stare in dumbfounded horror, along with the rest of the people standing around me.
The first one to break the silence was the Ed who helped me up, saying “But aren’t you a girl?”
There’s this guy I used to know, I’ll call him C. I met C one day in literature class. Prior to this, I already knew who he was because our parents are acquaintances, but I had never before spoken to him. He comes off as a typical “nerdy” guy who only wears anime or video game shirts. Nevertheless, I didn’t want to be rude when he struck up conversation with me, mainly because our parents know each other but also because I’m generally a nice person. He seemed like an allright guy at first, albeit a little weebish, but we became friends you could say. He would sometimes hang around my group of friends and I would sometimes hang with his. While I like to watch anime or play a videogame every now and then, I wouldn’t call it a heavy interest of mine, but I could somewhat follow C and his friends whenever they would talk about it, and we all got along well. Likewise, my group of friends are very accepting and a few of them could talk about at least COD or Halo with C if we were all hanging out. Everything was completely normal for awhile.
There was a girl I knew in high school who SWORE she was Japanese. Meanwhile, this girl was a white American, Aryan, and clearly had some sort of Germanic background. She went by “Ookami”, which she swore was her real name back in Japan, where she was from. (I use Smith as a generic white American last name, because that’s what this girl was.)
She didn’t necessarily dress strangely, aside from always having her hair in pigtails and wearing a lot of shirts with wolves on them, and occasionally wearing wolf ears to school. But the way she acted was really peculiar. She was really shy around new people, and made lots of weeby faces with her hands up by her face, going “nya” and the like. At the time, I was a bit of a weeb, so I thought it was kawaii desu, but now looking back I see it was really weird.
So, there’s this girl in my Highschool. I shall call her “A-Chan”.
Now, the first time I met A-Chan was at a local SOS, a week before a local convention. She seemed harmless at the time, telling me she was going as her own version of “Hokage Sakura” from Naruto. I thought it was kind of neat that she was using her own design, because at the time I was very new to cosplay and thought everything was neat.
So the day of the con, I’m standing in the pre-reg line dressed as Sasori from Naruto waiting to get my ticket and I hear this high pitched squeel of my name come from behind me. I turn around to see A-Chan dressed in this god awful Kimono-like outfit, a fuzzy pink wig, poorly made headband and using paper ninja stars and wearing bulky glasses. Being the kind person I am, I hugged her and said “Oh wow. Your design is a lot different than I expected.” And then it got worse.
Back in 8th grade, I was into anime and manga, and other Japanese things. I didn’t really consider myself that much of a weeaboo, if anything I was almost there, but not quite.
About half way through the year, it was when new kids started coming in, and there was one girl who was pretty weeaboo-ish. It wasn’t so bad at first, then after the first couple weeks, she got worse and worse.
She would come to school wearing her cosplays sometimes, she wore Chobit ears sometimes, and having random ‘NYUUUU~!!!111!!!’ outbursts in class.
It was all fine I guess. It wasn’t me who was getting sent out of class for yelling out, or being disruptive, so I was fine with it. Even though I was worried about her.
Then out of no where, she started going crazy about everything. Inviting me to her house, and attacking me (ex. glomping, crying all over me about liking my then boyfriend, and then even biting my nose a few times as hard as she could because I was “so kawaii desu~~~~”) and commenting about how beautiful she thought all of the girls boobs were at our school. I didn’t mind it, because I didn’t want her to get mad, or do anything worse, because she was known for self harm
About a month after that, she was expelled from our school for having hentai on her iPod and showing it to people.
I’m in 10th grade now, and she is back at our school, but she’s a lot less “mental” than before. I’m happy for her, but people still keep their distance from her.
So, let’s start off with this ‘fascinating story’ shall we? (This is all erratic, weird-ass online shit.)
First things first, I am going to call myself ‘Kamina’ (It’s who I used to roleplay, after all; that and I’m rather daft character in this one, considering this happened ages ago)
You see, there’s this website intermixed with both drawings and chatting. (So people saw this as an advantage to roleplay via text, mainly.)
I met a person that (we’ll call ‘Simon’), and we took a liking to each other instantly (Swapped the other’s email, yadda yadda). Pretty cool, right? Anyway, after the passing of a couple of months, both Simon and I began dating it’s only after sometime that I’ve realized that he was…slightly disturbed and obsessive; during weekdays and after I would return from school he would whine about how I had abandoned him, I responded with an apology for not stating in advance that I’d attended school.
I’ve known this girl my whole life, and I guess I could have called her my best friend for most of my short, sixteen years of life. We’ll call her “Ciel”. Now, this girl is the one who really got me into anime—but recently, and by recently I mean in the past three years, she’s become quite the weeabo. Now, don’t get me wrong, I was in that dark moment when I was seven or eight years old, screaming “Baka!” at the top of my lungs, but it ended quickly. With her? No, it never ended.
This is most likely one of the more disturbing things I’ve had happen to me. First of all- I cosplay, I attend cons often, but I behave decently. This last con I went to prettymuch killed my brain. I went with my boyfriend, let’s call him Zee. He was cosplaying as Germany and I as Austria. This girl, we’ll call her Kyu…
So, Zee and I were taking a break, halfway out of our cosplays, eating, and generally chilling with a few other people who had been in cosplay. Kyu and her little group of friends had been following us, and never said a word. She takes a moment to tackle Zee off his chair and procede to kiss/nuzzle his face repeatedly, with cries of “Fuhrer-kun! Gyaaa~!!!” With my help, he managed to get the rabid fan-thing off of him. She started pummeling my bound chest with her little hammy fists, telling me I’m a “Meanie Baka!” For pulling her off of “Fuhrer-kun”.
We eventually left, and returned the next day of the con, still in our hetalia cosplays. I saw Kyu talking to one of Zee’s friends, but thought nothing of it. I should’ve said someting. Later that day, when we were driving home, Zee recieved a text from Kyu, who said Zee’s friend gave her the number. He just awkwardly told her that he was driving, and didn’t want to talk to her. She also added his DA, and tried on FB. He blocked her on facebook, and so did I. She started watching me as well. I tried to look over it, since I’m usually pretty chill about strange people.
At the time, Zee and I were running a TF2-themed chatroom on DA. (He rp’d as Medic, and I as an oc. A few other people had joined.) She joined with an oc, a Neko pyro. Not only did she start trying to seduce and harass im IC’ly, but OOC’ly. Eventually, we both sort of told her off. She still rears her ugly head every now and again.
So at school today I was talking with a few friends and something came up. One of my friends who is now living in a dorm at her school of choice has commented on something.
"We have a weeaboo living with us" I have weeaboo friends, and all things considered they don’t seem that bad. Sure they can be annoying at times and they can be a little painful to deal with but they aren’t bad people.
So she mentions how much of a pain this one girl is. She speaks in horrible broken japanese, wears the oddest of clothing, and goes around groping women’s breasts. My friend is well stacked to be honest and she hates it when a stranger just grabs her.
I’ve read a bunch of stories here and elsewhere about people who have believed they were dating or in love with anime characters, or could talk to anime characters as though they were real. This girl, however, believed that she herself was an anime character. Not possessed by or able to communicate with a character or anything like that, but actually a character in an anime.
Now I used to be best friends with this girl. Let’s call her Yu. Yu and I were really good friends and both anime lovers. But later on, Yu confessed to me she loved yuri. I fully accepted it with a smile. Yu was really happy to find someone who understood. She told me about how she had another crush on a girl in the school.
She constantly compared herself and her crush to two yuri characters or characters that would be paired together. It was so embarrassing. Especially when she announced it loudly in class and everyone could hear her talking about it to me. I would try and say loudly that she was joking because I was really didn’t want people to think I liked that sort of stuff and I was embarrassed.
So I was at a con this past weekend. Every year I get at least one creeper. This years one beat out by far my first con creeper(long story short, drunk girl who made me touch the dildo she was packing). This year I was staying with a friend, he had gone to see a friend down the hall at the hotel when we arrived on Thursday. I happily got to work sewing a thick leather strap onto a wicker basket so it was hard enough to keep from poking myself. My cosplay waifu came over shortly followed by my friend and a guy who followed him back whom we will call mccreeperson. He didn’t ask my name or anything though he got everyone else’s name. I was on the bed and he sits on it next to me.
My waifu brings up that we have to finish a coat also. He asks what the coat is and says I should make one like one of the trolls from homestuck wears. I recognized it as hamsteak when he asked about if anyone got the reference(because I’m a dummy) and he instantly lights up. That’s when it got bad.
I dislike being touched by people I don’t know, if you want a hug I don’t mind but that is about it. He proceeds to try and tickle me. Mind you I am working on this basket still and I am extremely ticklish. I think maybe sheer will is what kept me from stabbing myself and not laughing. After he assumes it isn’t working he starts flicking my bra strap. At this point I figure, “if I ignore him maybe he will leave” as it was only a mild irritant and I didn’t want to ruin something for my friend(who was trying to get with mccreeperson’s friend). He then proceeds to grab my arm fat and proclaim rather loudly, “you’re so pudgy you feel like a giant boob!” I stop sewing and everyone looks at him dumbfounded. I ignore the comment and try to go back to sewing feeling extremely embarrassed as I am not comfortable with my weight. He continues, “yeah I can grab you anywhere and it feels just like a boob” and proceeds to grab my side, arm fat again, and then my thigh. He is dismayed that he can’t get any on my back because I am bent forward. I am not skinny, in fact I am what you would consider fat but I do have a shape and I carry it decently. He then tries to get me to move my arm and my basket so he could use me as a pillow and them forces himself onto my lap anyways. He only left me alone after I warned him that he is more than likely going to get stabbed with the needle if he stays there after which he left and I thankfully didn’t have to interact with him again but it was singularly one of the most disturbing moments I have had in a long time.
Denise is a girl I grew up with. Denise is a very special creature that, along with her equally-as-fucked-up cousin Melissa, believe themselves to be reincarnated dragon/demon/princesses/godkillers/angels/succubi whose powers are dominion over “the carnal arts” as they call them.
Both have never had a relationship, serious or otherwise, have never been kissed or touched in a romantic or sexual way, and at least one of the terrifying two does not know how to masturbate.
I know this because I grew up alongside this trainwreck. For many years I tried to help her think in a way that did not involve her being married to Heero Yuy from Gundam Wing, and later Sephiroth from Final Fantasy 7, and then some time later, some guy from some animu yaoi sex game whose ‘spirit’ had ‘possessed’ a “dollfie” of hers. Or something. It’s really hard to keep track of Denise’s lore. I believe Melissa’s husbands included Sesshomaru of Inu Yasha fame, Myotismon from Digimon, and some other characters I can’t remember.
Recently I had drawn a picture of a character named Milagro Reyes (the younger sister of Blue Beetle #3)as a Green Lantern, and took it to school because we would have free time so I decided to ink it.
My best friend Lizy (name changed) was someone who loved anime, but not in my book would be considered a weeaboo or an otaku. I sat in the classroom minding my own business inking the picture. Lizy came along and looked at the picture with a blank face.
I asked what was wrong with it. She simply stated that it was good but I could do better. I asked her what was wrong with the picture, and she stated that “the eyes were too small and the nose was too big”.
I told her plenty of times that I gave up on drawing anime and was never going back, but she still persisted. “The nose is too big,” “the eyes are too small,” her body looks wierd,” I ignored all of what she said. But she still continiued ranting.
Finally after about five minutes of ranting I finally faced her and simply said, “Sorry if I draw people and not mug-eyed lemurs. At least I’m realistic about my career choice (comic artist) than being an anime artist where most people there won’t accept a black person’s perspective. And also I draw to please myself not to draw what you want. If you want to see someone draw anime, you’re in the wrong place.”
Well, my story is from this year, around May or June I believe and it’s been going on until now and still goes on. And please excuse my English, I’m Norwegian. my friend “Rusty” had planned an anime meet up, I came being an anime fan and I really like to talk with people with the same interest as me. Well let’s call this guy Oreo he’s an classmate of my cousin, he likes Naruto. That day he came in an Itachi cosplay (a really bad one, the cape was fine, but his wig was terrible, it stood out like everywere.) Anyway he was pretty nice at first, but as the time went on me and Rusty realize he was a player. He had got together with Rusty first, Rusty not thinking much about it, but at the meetup he was always with another girl (Let’s call her Dei since she were such a big fan of Deidara). They got along pretty well and me and Rusty didn’t think any much of it.
Well when everyone had gone home that day, he had got together with Dei and broke up with Rusty. Rusty didn’t care since she’s a person who can’t say no. He always flirted with all the others except his girlfriend. Did I mention Oreo always whore those headbands around his head or neck and gave hugs to everyone and forced himself on us?
So after a while in August I believe Oreo kept groping people even though we told him to stop. One of those was another one of my friends, he kept groping her all the time. I’ve had chats with my friends and they all don’t really like him, but they don’t want to be mean and not invite him. And he also invited a bunch of people to a movie night at his house so he could flirt with some friend, she ended up sitting furthest away from him, but he kept following her.
So at a con last month he went around groping more people, people just wanted to get away from him, but never tell him so since they don’t want to be mean. He still goes around groping people and staring at peoples boobs. It’s just ewww…
So this girl G, who is the leader of the Japanese Culture Club at my school (they take their title seriously - I was angrily hushed and corrected by one of the members when I called it Anime Club. Bit unreasonable, seeing as all the current members were introduced to Japanese culture via anime and the backbone of the club is still focused around anime) attended Anime Boston ‘10 and gained a small amount of notoriety for full-on tackle-glomping a Pikachu cosplayer, then lying on top of him, glomping him, for a full five minutes. Oddly enough she’s often lauded as being the most mature and responsible of the group…
We got a new student in class the other day, we’ll call her Desu. she was wearing a Death Note shirt, skinny jeans, had dyed-black sidebang hair, with a poorly made Haruhi Suzumiya headband. Since our school didnt introduce new students to class, she must have personally requested it, just so she had the chance to get up there and say “My name is Desu, from (school). First off, I’m not interested in ordinary people. But, if any of you are aliens, time-travelers, or espers, please come see me. That is all!” Luckily, nobody else understood this reference or they would have torn her apart, but nobody really What really made me lose it was when we went outside, she took chalk out of her pocket, and drew something of a crop-circle on the pavement. Finally i went up to her and asked, “So, you like Haruhi?” She was mad, and responded with “WTF IS THAT I AM NOT HARUHI THIS IS JUST WHO I AM. IM WEIRD, AND DIFFERENT, AND YOU DONT UNDERSTAND. DEAL WITH IT, KAY?” She kept her poser act to a minimum around everyone the rest of the day.
tl;dr Desu thought she would be cool and stand out by acting like Haruhi, and nobody really cared and just pointed her out as another weird kid who wants attention.
Let me start this off by saying that I am a fan of cosplaying and anime, but I keep my obnoxious level to minimum. I wish I could say the same for my ex-friend. Shall we call her Squee?
I have known Squee for 3 years and I have taken her to several conventions. I met her through a local anime club and we frequently hung out after the first encounter. Squee started out by being a nice, reserved girl, but shortly turned into the Nyan Desu-Desu idiot that I know today.
When we’d hang out in public she thought doing the Caramelldansen and the Hare Hare Yukai in the middle of restaurants was a cute and socially acceptable thing to do. This was especially embarrassing because I was brought up in a traditional German household and relocated to the US when I was nine. My mom was not having this shit, but she kept her complaints to herself because she was happy with me having friends.
Then Squee began drawing. By drawing I mean using every base known to man and saying she did it all. When I first started cosplaying, she’d take my cosplay items and “lose them”. Later I’d find pictures of her wearing my lost things.
Later in our friendship, she began hitting on me and tagging me in photos of two characters we cosplayed in suggestive poses and situations. Things quickly got awkward.
When our first convention together came around, she began abandoning me with her shit and running off to other con-goers. This pissed me off to no end. After that convention, I stopped talking to her and she got new friends (also obnoxious weeaboos). She still uses bases and last I heard, she plans on getting dreads.
This is kind of a serious one, and sorry about the long length.
I went to an Anime Day at a city that wasn’t too far away from me. Now, if you’ve never been to an Anime Day, they’re not exactly like cons. In fact, not a lot like them. It’s a one-day event usually in a hotel lobby and you have to pay only three dollars to get into the dealer’s room. At the one I went to, they had a free anime viewing room and people hung out in the main part of the lobby by playing Twister and Ninja. So pretty much, it’s a one-day anime/comic marketplace.
I took my sister and her friends. I was cosplaying Male!Stocking Anarchy that I had worked very hard on putting together, and my sister and her friends were various casual cosplays of Vocaloids and UTAUloids (since they were in the process of finishing their full cosplays). It was my first anime day, so I was secretly worrying that the event wouldn’t be that fun, or no one would know who I was (since it was my first time actually putting together a cosplay and not commissioning it. And yes, I’m a worry-wart.).