Funny Profile Pictures Cartoon Novels & Stories

I chuckle and turn around. " Yeah , yeah , i get it. Kennedy gift it to me on my last birthday. I sorta liked it." He smiles and turns around. There's a ghetto like picture at the back. It's just a head shot and he's got Arabic tattoos on his neck and a stick of cigarette on his mouth. Carter is spelt on top of the picture. Its beautiful and I bet that picture is kinda Gray. Gray turns around and shrugs. " She's a psycho." He says.

Ash: What's so wrong with it Ash: We are not about to put our faces on the internet recklessly OF: You could have put a fox instead Ash: Foxes are cute OF: Yes, they are Mob boss Ash OF: You like foxes Ash: I do Olivia smiles like a fool looking at Asher's message in the chat. God, why is he so cute? Mob bosses aren’t supposed to be endearing. SL: Why is Boss being cute? What the f*ck OF: Can we change our profile picture Ash: No OF: Really? :( Ash: This isn't negotiable OF: You could have a fox profile picture Ash: You are emotionally manipulating me

"With me, you don't have to do that... People already look at us funny if we go anywhere." He snorts. "They look because you're cute..." "No, trust me, they are probably wondering about our sex life. You've seen the hamster eating a banana picture?" Nathan chokes on laughter behind me. "Oh, I have, but... I find it kind of hot. I mean, you're fun-sized." "Fun-sized?"

"Join me, come on. You never know, you could find someone entertaining." I rolled my eyes but couldn't help it. Soon enough, we were both swiping away, laughing at crazy bios, silly pictures, and the occasional pretentious quote. Sophia playfully elbowed me. "Oh, look at this one. He claims to be a CEO who climbs mountains for fun. Please." I smiled, taking her phone to examine. "That's. ambitious." We were continuing to make our jokes about the matches when a profile came along that brought me to a halt.

It was like someone had loosened a knot that I did not know was there. By the next week the messages stretched longer. She started sending memes that was about anxiety brain fog. A cartoon character that was staring blankly at the wall with the caption “when your thoughts are buffering.” I laughed out loud in my kitchen. The sound made even me surprised. I replied with a crying laughing emoji and then I added. “Too real.”

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.

Only the name was a lie. Then it was time for the body description. I said I was slim,a bit of a large stomach, and a petite figure.For my profile picture, the site wanted a clear photo of me holding a sign with my username and the site's name to prove I was real. They said this picture wouldn't be posted, and I could use whatever I wanted for my main profile picture as long as it followed the rules.

He didn’t even have a beard. The fake Carlson laughed. Was his name even Carlson? It might be, but he wasn’t her Carlson. “Yeah, that’s me or my profile,” he said. Her heart rolled to her feet. The urge to wipe the smirk on his face grew, and she clenched her hands under the table. This must be a prank. “Prove it. “Gladly,” he replied. “You work an eight-to-five job. Your friend owns the pet you used as your profile picture.”

His eyes narrowed. “This doesn’t look like me,” he said, lifting the paper. “It does.” “Do I look like an angry potato?” When my eyes fell on it, I couldn’t help my laugh either. She’d drawn the direct opposite of him, worse with two horns on his head. Naughty child. The cartoon character that she’d drawn looked nothing like Ronan yet it was impressive. “Yes, bad uncle. You look like an angry potato.” He let out a disbelieving chuckle and returned his attention to his files. “Unbelievable.”

I clicked the chat, and a message popped up on the screen. It simply said, “Happy Birthday.” No other words. As if he was going to discuss business with me. He sent it this morning, and I hadn’t replied. I took a deep breath as I shifted my gaze to his avatar. I clicked on it, and his profile picture quickly filled the screen. It was a cartoon picture of a beautiful little bird. This cute avatar didn’t match his serious demeanor, puzzling many. But I knew why he had chosen it. This image was drawn by our old friend, Annika Summers, the woman Nathan had loved with all his heart.