You know, it really doesn't matter if you give me a faceclaim for your OC. If you have a character in your PFP, they will automatically be your character in my mind. Doesn't matter if they're not the same gender, species, or they look like some abstract art. I'm sorry this is just how I work.
As a writer, even I don't have the words to describe how badly I want some asparagus. If I saw someone with some, I would absolutely beat ass for it. Every fiber of my being is yearning for fucking asparagus. Last week I devoured an entire package in one sitting without blinking an eye. I am seriously debating spending 30 dollars to uber to the store, buy the shit, and come back. Worse of all is I don't even want it seasoned. I just want it steamed and down my throat as fast as fucking possible.
Something that creeps me out enough to keep me up at night: The nutty putty caving incident. There are some things in life that give you the fucking willies. I'd rather engulf myself in hairless spiders than even go near a cave because of that single incident.