Funny Cartoon Profile Picture Novels & Stories

He said with a frown. Scrolling down he saw another picture of Bash, he was naked but his bottom was painted in rainbow colour and he was leaning on a wall painted in same colour with his lips pouted. Clicking on the photo the caption was happy pride month. Storm rolled his eyes at the caption. Scrolling further he saw other selfies of Bash with the flat chested pretty face girl and his smile faded. Clicking on the name that was tagged on one photo he was taken to the flat chested girl profile. The first picture was of her without a wig and she had no makeup on her face.

"Look closer," Gemma prompted you. You narrowed your eyes and moved your hands away, looking down at the profile. It was called @DaddyDick and had an erect penis as its profile picture with a cartoon face drawn on the head. And you realized quickly that it was your dick. "I'll repeat. What the fuck?"

So I pulled out my phone again, this time scrolling through my saved folder labeled “EMERGENCY GIGGLES.” I found a meme I knew would work. A sketchy cartoon cat trying to play a grand piano with arms that were way too short. It was dumb. Like, impressively dumb. “Look at this,” I said, turning the screen toward him. He glanced at it. Blinked. Then let out a snort. “That’s so stupid,” he said. “But you smiled.” “No, I didn’t.” “You totally did.” He rolled his eyes, took a long sip of juice, then bumped his shoulder into mine. “Okay. Maybe I did.”

As I went to delete him from my social media, I noticed he had changed his profile picture. The cartoon avatar I had drawn for him a decade ago was gone and replaced by a casual snapshot that didn't even match his usual style. I remembered something I had read once. "When a man who never changes his profile picture suddenly does, it means there's a new woman in his life." My hands trembled slightly as I hit the delete button. In one second, ten years of messages, memories, and emotions vanished. So did my attachment. Seeing a message from my godmother checking in, I texted back to let her know I was safe.

Her most recent post was four months old, and was of her with her parents and little brother on a lake somewhere. I trembled a little, and sent her a friend request. I wondered if any of her information was current, given how little she posted. Or how much of her information was true... Of course, she posted more than me. I idly checked my bio page. Apparently, I was still in secondary school... And, Oh God, my profile picture was from my final year in secondary school. I was trying to contact a girl through F******k with my profile picture appearing in the dictionary, illustrating the phrase: 'Babe Repellant'.

“Like I said, she has a personality. She seems nice. Funny.” I laughed. “You can tell that from her profile picture can you? Pulling the funky chicken is she?” “Just fucking look, will you?” He pushed his glasses back on his nose, and smoothed down his beard, eyes twinkling. Boho. Another one. Could I handle another trendy little free-spirit in the house? Probably. The thought didn’t altogether turn me off.

'' ''Yeah, thanks for going with me; '' ‘No worries, it's better than sleeping at home doing nothing.’ ''Your profile pic is a dog, is it your dog?” she asked; the dog in his profile was huge, she loved dogs. She had one a Chihuahua name Cindy. ''yeah, it's mine, his name is Alex, do you love dogs? ''

James looks back at me with hopeful eyes form the setting room before running back to sit beside me. The cartoon was a 10 mins video about a little boy who's dad was a mutant with extremely large teeth and a green eyes. It was sad and satirical but it was also very funny. I could feel James hopeful eyes staring back at me until the very end of it. He turned the lights back on before the end credits began to play.

"Damn it." "What?" She started laughing so hard she nearly dropped the phone entirely. "Oh my God." "What happened?" I leaned over. She shoved the screen toward me. I looked down and immediately covered my face. The internet had been busy. Someone had already edited Miranda's expression next to a bald cartoon character. Another post showed Adriana gripping a lion by the mane with the caption: Hair Removal Specialist. A third had put my face and Miranda's face inside a wrestling ring with a full bracket graphic.

She installed the app, helping me set it all up, while I busied myself with reading more of her posts. “Alright, all done. I’ve added myself,” she announced, handing me back my device. I saw that she had used Jordan, instead of Julain, and I smirked. “All that’s left is a profile picture,” I hummed, scrolled my gallery for a picture of my car, and cropped it, saving it as my profile picture. “There,” I showed her. She scoffed. “You’re such a guy. You can’t use a car as your profile pic, it’s too…tacky,” I raised a questioning brow. “Why not…a picture of me?” She batted her eyelashes at me.