Meme Profile Pictures Novels & Stories

This is what love does to someone like me it destroys me from the inside out. Timothy's black sports car sits in the circular driveway, and I wonder if Madison is inside with him right now. Probably planning their future together while laughing about the pathetic Omega who thought she had a chance. My phone buzzes with another notification. Someone has created a meme using a screenshot from the video my face photoshopped onto a picture of a homeless dog peering through a restaurant window. The caption reads: "When you're an Omega but think you deserve Alpha attention." The comments are even worse:

Moreover, he became even more confident after finding out that he had a backer. He spared no expense in reposting and spreading it widely, even creating various memes and GIFs to promote the video. The person had a face, and information about him was easy to find. It was Leroy’s personal assistant. The comments section erupted. [What’s going on?! Is this person Seema’s assistant?] [Dumb*ss! Can’t you see that they’re being sarcastic? That’s Leroy’s assistant, and he’s a public figure with hundreds of thousands of fans!]

yeah, that fits better. I followed a few meme pages for daily entertainment, and laughed at those memes until a notification popped up on my phone screen. *Rishi sent you a friend request.*

Remember, you can check my profile to see where else to follow me! Have a great day!

Mentions, messages, tags. My stomach tightened as I opened one. It was a meme caricature of my old picture. There was a poop emoji on top of my head, my brown eyes were replaced with a red laser, and a boldly written text on the picture said ‘SLUT’. I groaned and locked my phone immediately. But it was too late. I’d already seen it. Another buzz. Then another. Curiosity got the better of me again. I saw a particular message from a private page in my DM.

"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?"

The other day, he had pieced it all together (social media wasn't his thing:⁠,⁠-⁠). He created a fake username. Does captainZ_1001 count? Her profile was the first that appeared on his feed. Photos of her having fun with her friends, photos of her body wrapped against a tiny girl, they both grinned in the photo, and for a second, he wondered who the little girl was.

I opened his message. :Why is your profile picture like that? Does profile picture mean your face? Are you one of those mellinials who love aesthetics? :Well, I have the option whether I am going to use my face as a profile picture or some other photos that I took personally. You cannot trust social media nowadays. Users of technology tend to go beyond the rule just for fun or to make money. :You're right. But, what if I prefer to use my real face instead? Would you like that?”

He would frequently respond with only a happy or laughing emoji. When I realized there were French remarks that I didn't understand, my brow wrinkled. When I saw his tagged photographs, I uttered the words "Playboy!" He has photos of models, artists, bloggers, and other socialites, as well as dinner parties. He also had images in his car, on the sofa, at school, and everywhere. I was wary of browsing and decided to check out his Twitter account. Since he rarely tweets, he has fewer followers here. The majority of his tweets were memes, with a few dark jokes thrown in for good measure.

Public account, what a whore. The profile picture is different from the one she’d seen yesterday. This one captures Moni smiling openly at the camera, about as beautiful as always, but looking to be inside a club, a glass in her hand. Name is Moni. I love dogs, yoga, chocolate and travelling!!!, the description says, followed by a bunch of sunny emojis. Moni is the childish type when it comes to his virtual life, then. She has 852 followers, which speaks of an affluent social life. So do her photos. Moni seems like an i* maniac, with posts of landscapes, her dog – and of course, herself.