Aesthetic Profile Pics Novels & Stories

Then I browse a popular social media site to look up Neville Campbell, the guy who somehow made my stomach twist with something I haven’t known since I have met him. I open the discovery tool on the same site and type out his name. I click on the first link, and it takes me to his profile set on public. The profile picture is a nice picture of him dressed in a black tux with his hair nicely combed back. For a fact, I can trust that it’s him. There are plenty of pictures posted on his page from his travels around the world. The first picture that pops up takes my breath away when I scroll on the screen.

ACEIA'S POV "Let me capture a picture of you, so now give me a pose," I said with a menacing smile. As his initial smile faded and he promptly shook his head, a subtle understanding passed between us—I could sense that taking pictures wasn't his forte. He seemed to embody a certain humility, a reluctance to bask in the limelight of vanity. Even on his phone, images showcasing his face were a rarity, outnumbered by the abundance of pure landscapes and scenery.

Curious, I click on the link. And instantly wish I hadn't, because it just makes me heartsick with longing. The main page of his website features a number of professional photos of him, each one more stunning than the last. One of them shows off his muscled chest to perfection. The next showcases his strong, hard jawline, with that exquisite dusting of stubble. The next shows him flexing his arms, and even the artful tattoos up and down his biceps don't distract from the well-formed muscles.

I mean, I'll be spending considerable time with him so I should probably know what sort of a person I'm dealing with, right? Yeah, okay, so that's just an excuse to try and justify my stalking but who cares. The results show up, and I immediately see him, and oh my god of all that's beautiful do my eyes widen. His profile picture is a shot of him in bed, shirtless, his face half hidden behind a pillow, his blond hair messy and his blue eyes glinting. I can't cope... I... I lay the phone on my chest and take deep breaths. I have always known he's hot but...

"This woman is seriously the worst. Did she really have to go this far over a ten-dollar item?" "You can just tell from her profile picture she's a broke loser. She definitely wanted a refund while keeping the item for free. When the seller refused, she went on a revenge rampage." "She's absolutely vile! Trash like her deserves to be exposed!" As I scrolled through the flood of vitriol, I saw that someone had even photoshopped my profile picture into an obituary photo. I started shaking all over, a sharp tightness squeezing my chest until it felt like I was suffocating.

Make the feed look chill and drama-free! Megan: [8:05 AM] Exactly. We need chill, glamorous Maya. Not scandal-trapped Maya. I typed quickly, my fingers flying across the screen. Maya: [8:07 AM] I can snap some shots on the deck. Maybe something candid? Sunrise, coffee, sea view vibes? Ashley: [8:07 AM] YESSS! Cute casual but rich girl aesthetic. Make everyone wanna be you. I smiled a little without meaning to. That was so Ashley—half-screaming in texts, overflowing with teenage energy, but actually a genius when it came to building an image.

A second later, her eyes grew wide in shock. “Ahemm..I see. Nice!..” “You should change your profile picture, it was too formal.” She was taken aback. “Umm.. okay?” Her eyes darted sideways. “Yeah, you should replace it with a more candid photo.” He said as they walked back to their line. She nodded. “Got it.” He had a point. The photo she used was the only photo inside her wallet. It was a copy of an ID picture. It really was too formal for a social media account profile picture.

She paused on one photo and zoomed in. “maya,” she whispered. “What?” “My nose looks amazing here, why didn't you tell me ” I blinked. “Congrats?” “I knew it! I knew my side profile was underrated!” she yelled like she just won the lottery. “post this one first. no no wait. THIS one, no! post both.” “You can’t post two pictures of your face back to back,” I said. “Why not?!” “People will think you’re obsessed with yourself.” “I am obsessed with myself!”

I couldn't stop it. ME: whatever.. you ain't getting boobs of this clingy person.. Then I went through my gallery.. pictures of her and I pitched and I felt like crying. I was so taken by a kid younger than me. I smiled at a picture that I took while she was eating on the couch before she left. She had on her black and yellow bandana, a black tank top and black shorts. She was facing away so I got half of her face. She looked hot as fuck. I quickly put that picture as my w******p profile picture and then logged out.

She had been scarred by too many uninvited pictures of genitalia or generic and disgusting come-ons or indications on how desperately she needed Jesus. She tapped Max’s name to view his profile. A page of bright tiles appeared, Max’s face gracing the majority of them. He was attractive. She felt a subtle jolt looking at his images. Pictures of him with his dog on hiking trails mingled with horror memes and movie posters. She swiped back over to his message. Max: Your last article was great, and your pictures are gorgeous. You’re so beautiful, and the blood is so unnerving. It’s the perfect contradiction.