Weird Profile Pictures Novels & Stories

Upset and depressed, I deleted all my accounts except the one on Linkedin. Then I created new ones. Took some selfies and set up my F******k and I*******m profiles and then I added my Dad and my best friend. A thought came to my mind and I decided to search up Alessandro Scavo. Why did I ever not g****e his socials? The first platform I searched him up was I*******m and I wasn't surprised to find that he had twelve million followers and that was because he was inconsistent with posting. Most of his pictures of him attending functions with important people or with beautiful women as his dates.

Oh my lord. He's friend requested me. And follow requested me. I'm a grown ass woman, currently laying on my bed, grinning from ear to ear, because a guy wants to follow me on I*******m. You're in trouble. My panther teases as I scroll through the pictures on his I*******m profile. He mostly has pictures of nature, but there's a couple of selfies and a good shirtless picture of him. I stare at that one for a moment too long.

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.

Stupid embarassing childhood pics. ************************************ Poor Ken.

Girls like her often used the same name everywhere. Second, social media. I uploaded the screenshot to a reverse-image search engine I kept bookmarked for exactly this kind of thing. Results came back almost instantly: I*******m hits, tagged photos from the club two nights ago. Handle @DEvice—cute, real subtle. Profile private, but the profile pic matched. Bio: “Living my best life ✨ No DMs unless you’re interesting.” Follower count in the mid-five figures—micro-influencer territory. Probably sold promo codes for teeth whiteners and waist trainers.

So this what world like when they had their phones? I went over my seat. I opened my newly made f******k account. It was an anonymous. Creyshiee Elliee, that is my f******k name. Weird right? But nothing is more weird than the person who keep sending me messages. Mostly, I didn't put my face as a profile picture. I saved some cute chibi anime girls and make it as my profile picture. I only have three person's on my friend list. Patty, Krisha, and Zack. An idea pops in my mind. I tried searching for my f******k account I use in the real world.

I accepted his request. His profile picture was a crescent moon hanging in a dark night sky, like a tear splitting through the darkness. [Do I even need to explain what that profile picture means?] [Let’s give a round of applause to the man who’s been testing the waters for years—sending random links just to see if the female lead would delete him, searching her ID a hundred times, and finally working up the nerve to send a friend request today!] [Clap clap clap~]

Ever since she found out I was younger, she’d been acting like she was my mom or something. “Okay, done!” she said after a few minutes of battling with my phone. “You have a profile now.” She paused. Her eyes widened. “Oh wow, you already have a message!” She squealed, raising her arms dramatically. “So fast?” I frowned. “Probably because I uploaded pictures of your babies,” she said with a wicked grin. My heart skipped. “What the hell? You know they look like Leonardo! What if someone recognizes them?” “Calm down,” she waved me off. “There

Maybe the algorithm wasn't a total disaster. I clicked on to his profile. He had a kind face and a slightly crooked, mischievous smile. His profile picture was simple - no gym selfies, no "alpha" posturing. Just him in what looked like a professional studio of some kind. I wondered what a guy like that had to say. I tapped the message. My jaw didn't just drop; it practically hit the granite countertop. Greg: 'Hey there Tia - how would you like to be Tia-bagged by these Greg big balls tonight?'

As for my mother-in-law and Doctor Ruby, they both groaned and sighed since this was something that happened almost every day. It's how we are like. It's how I'm like. I'm a Bizarre Wolf.