Weird Profile Pictures Novels & Stories

A few minutes later, he calls us. "Hello?" Joel answers, putting the phone on speaker. "Hi, Joel. I have Karina and Steve here. I believe Scott is their son. The age matches, and look at the photos I just sent." We look at Joel's phone and see a beautiful couple. The woman is blonde with brown eyes, but the man is the spitting image of Scott. The picture looks like an older one because the woman is holding a pup in her arms. Joel scrolls over to the next picture, and it's the same couple, only they're older.

She hit enter and waited, tapping her fingers against the desk in impatience. This time, the search results were more promising. One link in particular caught her eye—a F******k profile. Flora clicked on it, holding her breath as the page loaded. When it did, her heart sank a little. The profile was set to private, meaning she couldn’t see much beyond the basics. However, the profile picture was enough to confirm her suspicions. It was indeed Janice, though she looked a few years younger in the photo.

And then I ruefully inputted my payment details and watched devastatingly as 50 dollars was removed from my account. After recovering from that, I successfully logged into the app. What greeted my eyes were profiles of so many people. Damn! A lot of people were really into this shit. Some of the sadist’s profiles had their faces, some had pictures of other things and some had explicit photos. I came across some with six to eight-pack abs. Wow. Look at those packs…this men are… I paused realizing I was gushing. Okay, I might be gay. The profiles also contained the prices they were offering to pay.

We hadn't worked out the kinks of a profile picture so for now everyone just has a pink, blue, or purple dot. Pink = Female Blue = Male Purple = Other We already had a suggestion about adding a rainbow option, but for right now we just wanted to keep it to genders and not sexual orientation. With my pink dot and my user name filled in, I opened up one of the group chats that we'd hope would lead to more 1-on-1 encounters. The chat seemed to be off to a good start: Horny4U: I'm looking for some down and dirty talk. Male in search of female.

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.

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?”

“It suggests you’re up for some fun, shall we say?” “Oh, seriously?” “Yeah. I mean, you could put ONS or FWB on your profile…” “Meaning?” “One-night stand, and friends with benefits. But most guys are going to be open to that anyway.” “Right. Jeez. I feel so old. I should have a photo of me wearing a hairnet with my teeth in a glass.” Charlie giggles as she examines the photo. “Wow, your makeup looks nice. Yeah, let’s go for that one.”

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.

Nothing made sense to me. If he’s a computer genius and a hacker, why aren’t there any pictures of him from school on his I*******m page? He’s got over twenty million followers, but it’s all just images of him with clients. He doesn’t seem like the type who has friends or even keeps them. Does he keep his personal life completely out of the media? His profile just says he’s a businessman. How am I supposed to believe he’s a genius based on one old photo? Was he involved in the hack on the hospital server the day my divorce went through?

"Everyone, take a look! I'm hoping I got it wrong too, but this profile picture, this username..." I glanced at the paper in my Uncle Richard's hand. The profile picture was definitely stolen from my social media, and even the username 'Northwind' was identical. The content was even more explicit and nauseating. [Hey, gorgeous. It's 200 dollars for tonight, and 500 dollars for the whole night. Full service guaranteed.] "Shawn, what do you have to say for yourself?" Uncle Richard's wife, Barbara Jefferson, shrieked as she read out several of the vulgar lines, spittle flying everywhere.