Day 7: Discuss your UPG for your deity. What inspired those UPG? Afterwards, do a little research and try to find other popular UPG. Do you agree or disagree with that UPG, and why?

Odin’s one of the ones I interact with, like, a lot, so most of this is straight from dreams or trance or conversations or other interactions or whatnot. Obviously still my own damn UPG, I am not claiming any of this as any sort of truth for anyone else’s interactions with Fjölnir, and in fact get the very distinct impression that a lot of it is relational particularity sort of stuff. I also have like… many hundreds of pages now of devotional and reflective journaling and am *not* gonna be able to condense that down well for this, so consider this, too, brief and incomplete. 

-- Is a corvid: gets super grabby over shiny things and/or people and/or anything else that looks interesting, WILL get all up in your business, WILL make comments/insinuations/suggestions about everything, WILL cackle ceaselessly if you get irritated.

-- Likes strong complex flavors, rich or spicy or bitter or some combination. Red wine, good coffee, as far as I can tell most liquors (though NOT liqueurs, too sweet apparently), but also things like steak nachos with loaded guac and roasted chilies, bittersweet hot chocolate. Tea and coffee best black but cream and dark honey are apparently better additions than milk or the dread sugar. 

-- Is really shockingly good at snuggling/physical companionship. There’s this element of stillness to Him when He feels like it which is calming as the grave. The impression that -- He knows what He’s about, and yes that includes things like battle and sex and magic, but it also includes skill at using hands and breath and will to calm or settle people. I go to Him first for anxiety and panic attacks, or if my skin isn’t fitting right and I can’t seem to settle down beneath the restlessness, or if I can’t sleep (and sure, He might not help with the sleeping part, but at least in His arms I won’t be jittering all over the bed and hating it.)

-- Patient. So damn p a t i e n t. This is alternately reassuring and terrifying and bogglingly strange. 

-- Enjoys hanging out at table for RPGs and board games, particularly if the game in question has anything to do with any of His motifs. Commentary to scorch your ear off and/or make you keel over laughing if you listen, but is generally good about not tweaking the dice willing to swap the occasional sip of mead or whiskey in exchange for not fucking with your rolls. 

-- Very sensation/experience oriented. Likes His offerings, loves it when I offer the shared experience of eating something straight from my own perspective, taste smell texture temperature etc. Ditto for any other form of shared qualitative experience -- a hike, the way the sea looks to me particularly and the feel of it with the spray, the sensation of curling up into a fluffy heavy robe on a cold morning, anything involving Him getting a firsthand experience of my sensual and subjective qualia. Sometimes sets up a feedback loop of me tasting a thing and liking it, Him getting it from my tongue and tastebuds and enjoying it and being pleased with me for the sharing, me shivering because oh but that sort of immediate pleasure feels good, that bouncing back to Him again, etc. Note: this can get fairly intimate fairly fast, make sure you’re comfortable with that if you’re going to try it.

-- Along the same lines, revels in taboo/kink/perversion/etc. Unfortunately for Him He is also old af and has done it all and seen it all at least a dozen times over… so how to get some of that vicarious thrill back? Figure out precisely where the line is between erotic and taboo and horror for whoever He’s currently bedding and tapdance alllllll over that shit. Favorites definitely include shit like bondage, breathplay, genderplay, and too many horrible spear puns, though. 

-- Very much likes unsettling people and then having them come back for more. The more intense both the terror and desire are, the better. Bastard. 

-- Has a knack for saying precisely the worst thing at the worst time and then cackling while you try to keep a straight face. 

I've just recently realised that I used to chat about sex and role-play sex over a chat server with an older guy (okay, OLD guy, seriously, he was supposedly over 60), an expat living in the US, when I was 16 and had my first boyfriend and it didn't count because "internet was not real" at the time.

I am actually extremely monogamous and today it would count for me as cheating. Definitely for my husband as well.

When it came up at the group chat, we both admitted it and reaction of all people was "well she's not under the age of consent and he has experience so like, go you, have fun".

He never asked for nudes, for my name, for my address, nothing. Still. Extremely creepy when I think about it now, but at that time nobody actually knew what they were doing on the net and we had no idea about related crimes.

Oh yeah, and meeting unknown people from the Internet? All the time! Before cell phones were a wide-spread thing, there I was, drinking beer with unknown guys I only knew by nick all the time. I don't know if I was that lucky or the community was that innocent or I thought myself invincible because I had no idea what might have happened.

To these days, I know people by nick first and have actually troubles to connect them to their proper names. Names, age, sex, location - all that was unnecessary.