#vara dark

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Sweet Baby Inc WIPES Webpage, HIDES Developer & Games List In EXTREMELY SUS Move To Protect Clients

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R. Varas Aguirre

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Gen Con PUNTS WOKIES 😂 FIRES Entire SciFi & Fantasy Writers Symposium St...

Gen Con, the biggest tabletop gaming convention in the world, literally created by Garry Gygax, has long since become woke.  You know, queering of the LOTR bullshit.

They decided to fire all of the woke idiots from their writer’s symposium.

The tides are turning; the beast is wounded, but not slain.

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Aaand the last one.

Jedi Obi-Wan

Padawan Obi-Wan

Sith Obi-Wan

Sith Padawan Obi-Wan

Meet Darth Vara.

You'll see more of him in the next time, because I gotta say, I absolutely got obsessed with this hot chilli pepper while drawing him, and he kept me company during lockdown.

I mean. Honestly...

Or is it just me?

The word "vara" is the Swedish verb for "to be". So I interpret it essentially as Dark Being/Dark Existence. I know there are so many awesome names for him out there and it's also hard to choose one that isn't "taken". But I've been going with this for four years now, so it's here to stay.

Also wondered a lot if should tag him Varaverse or Chilliverse. Chilliverse it is.

[da3dm]

I Can Hear You

Got late night thoughts about how my cats always bother me at night and wondered what a good version of that with Irzayn would be...enjoy!

tw: language (Irza is verrrry unhappy)

Then again, when is he ever happy anyways? Also, Vara's sister makes an appearance for the first time!

Word Count: 1022 (so short lol)

ONESHOT

It was the middle of the night. Two borrowers darted away from a hole they'd hidden behind the typically unused toaster. They were silent as they rushed across the smooth marble countertop and began on their mission--food. The human would be asleep at this time, giving them the perfect opportunity to snatch what they need and be out of there. Well…that would be a lot easier if they were quiet. It didn't take long for the one to dash away from the other, recklessly going in one of the cupboards. Of course, this made the other one upset. “Eva! Get back down here!” He was whisper-yelling at his sister.

And she proceeded to ignore him. She wormed her way through it all, aiming for the sugary sweets that had been newly bought by the human today. “Chill, I'm just gonna take a little bit! You overreact too much.” She tended to push the boundaries of safety fairly often…this also meant her brother had once needed to drag her away from a rat. For some reason she was intent on riding it. This made her brother fully believe she lacked any desire for even the most basic of survival. This was also aggravating.

He shot her a glare with no hesitation. “You do this every night! You're going to wake the human!” She wasn't even trying to hide her voice tonight. He growled in frustration and got his hook out, unable to simply scale items to reach the cupboard like his younger sister.

It was while he was attempting to throw the hook that she reappeared, sidestepping his hook and staring at him. “What’re you worried about? That moody guy has never once noticed us, or maybe he just doesn't care.” She kicked the hook off when he managed to get it latched, sticking her tongue out at him. “And like hell I'm letting you reach me before I finish.” Her smirk taunted him as she vanished back into the cupboard.

He was beyond done with this girl as his hook clattered back down beside him. “Get down. That is enough, get down!” He took a few steps back and looked for a better place to throw his hook, only for a warning shout to echo down to him. Just barely, he managed to scramble away before a package slammed onto the counter, right where he'd just been standing. His heart leapt out of his chest and his eyes shot right up to his sister.

She was peeking down at him, then innocently raised her hands in a shrug while avoiding his eyes. “Oops?”

He shot to his feet. “What are you doing?! Why would you drop the entire package?! We can't get it back up there! You've gone too far this time, get down here!” His glare burned into her while she attempted to scale back down, hanging her head once she was on the counter. She didn't say a word, but did start to rub her arm. He sighed at her and stepped closer to her, raising a hand to set it on her head. “You know better. Leave everything how it is and he might think it just fell out. Let’s go, Eva.” Except when he turned, a chill shot through his body. The human was standing  there as simply a dark, heavy shadow, its sinister eyes gleaming from the lowlight of the darkened kitchen.

0_0

It was the middle of the night. So why did he keep hearing voices?? He just wanted to sleep! Every night, it was like clockwork. He'd go to his room for the night, and hardly ten minutes later, these two annoying voices argued in his house. At first he felt he was imagining it all. It didn't really make sense otherwise, how would there be two people in his home every night with no sign of forced entry? Also, they always spoke with a forced tone, as if they were trying to be quiet but shouting. What shout would be so quiet? So it wasn't like he had any real reason to suspect the voices. He was probably just going insane, which made sense.

Until tonight. A loud bang startled him to be sitting upright and he immediately got out of bed. Alright, enough of this. His mind falling apart can't make things fall over in the other room. His patience only went so far. Therefore, he got to his feet, keeping his steps quiet as he made his way to the door. He stopped to listen. More shouting. “What…why would…get…here!” He muttered under his breath before he finally stepped out and stalk over to the kitchen, stopping in the entrance to scan the room.

Right there. He stared silently at the apparent tiny people on his counter, standing next to his cookies. His expression hardened into a glare…right as they turned to see him standing there. Using their sudden attention, he scowled and began to speak with a forced tone, “I can hear you…EVERY DAMN NIGHT! WOULD YOU JUST GO TO SLEEP AND LEAVE ME ALONE?! I AM BURNING THIS HOUSE DOWN THE NEXT TIME I FALL ASLEEP IN CLASS FROM YOUR IDIOCY!” He truthfully didn't care if he was too loud or too aggressive…he was already tormented enough while awake, he didn't need to get gum in his hair again.

He stomped closer, ignoring how they both cowered away from him even as the shorter one hid the other. Reaching past them, he grabbed the package and waved it in the air at them. “And of all things to take, this? If you're going to steal food, why not get creative and take some of the steaks in the fridge if you can move something like this. Oh yeah, and, leave my cookies alone.” His voice dropped to a growl before he turned away and took the package with him, grumbling, “Why the new strawberry ones, take the chocolate ones, or even the sugar ones, why the expensive strawberry…keeping me awake all night…” He slammed the door shut behind him, hid his cookies, and went to sleep in his now silent house.

The end

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P.S. He didn't even care they were small or in his house, he just cared they were taking his strawberry cookies and keeping him up lol

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Dying, Craving, For You Baby Part 2

the sequel to pt 1

warnings: heavy NSFW, dark!Varadha, switch varadeva

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Varadha watches from above, as his younger self and Deva kiss. The other Varadha kisses like he can’t believe this is happening, soft and hesitant. Still mapping out the inside of Deva’s mouth, still trying to figure out what Deva might like and what he might not. 

I could tell him. 

He watches as Deva takes the hands of his younger self, resting awkwardly over Deva’s chest, and moves them around his waist. The action awakens something in the other Varadha, who starts kissing Deva more frantically, puts a hand inside Deva’s t-shirt, now that he knows it’s okay. Plants kisses down the side of Deva’s arched neck. 

I could tell him how it felt to have Deva kneeling by the base of my throne in this very room, looking up at me like I was his God, sucking my cock like it was his method of worship.

The other Varadha breaks off slightly, to give a simple command. 

“Off.” 

His Deva instantly obeys, pulling his shirt off, and the other Varadha gets visibly aroused at the sight of the muscular chest. Of course, it was his first time seeing it when Deva’s nakedness was on display for himself. He pinches a nipple, delights in the surprised noise from Deva. 

I could tell him exactly where Deva was sensitive, where a bite would make him arch and moan, where a pinch could make him shiver. 

Varadha can see his younger self glance at him from the corner of his eye, can see him make a plan. Decide what kind of show he would put on. 

I could tell him that I once knew him better, more intimately than I knew myself, my own body. 

The younger man bends down, attaching his mouth to the nipple he had pinched, slips his hands around to cup Deva’s ass. Swirls his tongue around the bud almost theatrically, waits for Deva to relax into his hands, then bites down once more, smirking at the hushed moan. He brings a hand back around to play with the nipple he hasn’t given any attention to yet. 

But I won’t.  

They were sharing Deva for now, of course. Varadha understands that it’s always been them. No matter what point in time, no matter what dimension, whatever version of Deva the universe might throw at him, he belonged to Varadha. Which Varadha, it didn’t really matter. But fuck him if he wanted to keep this one thing to himself. That Varadha got to waltz in here and get the only thing, the only person Varadha had ever truly wanted, but he wouldn’t be getting any pointers from him. The part of Varadha that’s still seething at the display before him, the part that aches with jealousy with every touch of another man’s fingers on Deva’s skin, lies smug with the knowledge that that Varadha wouldn’t be able to please Deva the way only this Varadha knew. 

Other Varadha presses a tender kiss to Deva's sternum, and then switches to the other nipple, making sure Deva was squirming with every lick of his tongue. 

"Vara.." Deva trails off, not completing the plea. The other Varadha laughs breathlessly, like he can't believe this is happening. 

"Excited, are we?" Deva just groans in response. "Alright, but we still have to provide sufficient entertainment."

Having sufficiently marked Deva up, the younger Varadha trails kisses down Deva’s chest as he kneels, until he’s resting on the ground. Varadha watches as his Deva’s breath hitches, as he slowly unzips himself and drops his pants around his ankles. 

That Varadha was still very much a virgin at this point, Varadha remembers. He grimaces at the thought of all of the pigheaded men that had wanted to bed him for being a disgraced former dora, like he was some sort of conquest. He had, of course, refused to give in. He had too much dignity for that, no amount of humiliation from Rudra and the others could take that away. And anyway, from the very moment he became aware of his biological desires he only wanted to share that with one- Varadha forces himself to focus back on the pair before him.  

The younger man is eyeing Deva’s dick like it was a particularly challenging math problem.

Varadha laughs, doesn’t care if it comes off as mocking. “It’s not rocket science. Get to it!”

The younger Varadha glares at him, and Deva strokes through his hair, soothing him. He turns to the Varadha on the throne, shoulders relaxed and lips curved in a faint smile. The sight is so achingly familiar that Varadha’s heart skips a beat. This Deva was so different from the guilty one he had seen only minutes earlier. 

Deva opens his mouth, probably to crack a joke. 

Guilty . 

Visions fill his mind: his hands clutching at the bloodied body of his brother, pressing his forehead to Baachi’s cold one, crying so hard his throat burns. The burning rage returns. 

Whatever Deva sees in Varadha’s face makes him pale, and his eyes lower once again. 

Good. As he should. The anger recedes, but not all the way. 

When the younger Varadha experimentally licks at Deva’s cock, Deva’s hips jolt forward in surprise, head snapping back to look down at the Varadha on his knees. The younger man smirks, and takes more of Deva’s length in his mouth. 

His Deva moans, and his hands make an aborted motion to grab onto something, but Varadha can see he’s hesitating to be a little rougher with the version of him that hasn’t ever done this yet. 

Slowly, the younger Varadha works his way to fitting all of Deva in his mouth, the sounds of Deva’s moans increasing in frequency and volume during this time. Deva taps shakily on Varadha’s head, a warning, but he only shakes his head slightly, continuing to suck. 

“Varadha-” The younger man reaches up to stroke Deva’s balls, and that’s all it takes for Deva to come. 

The other Varadha pulls back, coughing, but before Deva can regain his breath he tugs Deva down to the ground with him, pushing him flat on his back. He doesn’t give Deva a moment of rest, resuming his exploration of Deva’s body like a man that had just tasted sugar for the first time.  

Varadha knows his Deva must be feeling blissed out right now. He reaches into his cloak, pulling out the vial of oil he had saved. He had thought that he was going to fuck Deva at least once before he would sentence him to death. Not that he had expected time travel bullshit, of course. Maybe he’ll reconsider that death sentence. Varadha pushes himself up from the throne, and leisurely walks down to the pair. 

The other Varadha pauses at his approach, and looks up. 

“Open him up for me.” Varadha tosses his younger self the vial, whose eyes darken at the thought of Deva getting fucked. Good for him, all his fantasies are getting satisfied today , Varadha thinks sarcastically. 

Other Varadha coats his fingers with the oil, then hesitantly prods at Deva’s opening. Before continuing, he looks at Deva. “You’re okay with this, right?”

Deva sends him a tiny grin, spreading his legs wider. “How many times do you think your fingers have been inside me?”

The other Varadha grins back, relieved, and presses a kiss to the inside of Deva’s thighs before slipping his index finger in. Deva immediately hisses, but presses the finger back inside himself when Varadha pulls out, alarmed at the sound. 

“Just.. it’s been a while,” he says, eyes avoiding the man sitting next to him. 

Varadha tamps down the instinctive purr of satisfaction, resists the urge to call him a good boy. 

A minute later, the other Varadha adds some more oil and presses a second finger inside, brows furrowed in concentration, now fully stretching Deva. “Like this?” he asks Varadha, who just shrugs.

“I don’t care what you do, just make it fit.” 

The cavalier tone seems to enrage young Varadha, who pauses his fingers. “I’m not going to do anything if it’s going to hurt him.” A thought occurs to him, and Varadha can see the slow horror spread across his face. “You didn’t hurt him, right?”

Varadha just smirks at Deva, who blushes. “Nothing he didn’t ask for, of course.”

The other Varadha reels from that information, until Deva whines. He apologizes with a kiss and resumes the movement of his fingers. 

My Deva looks so good on his back, getting all stretched out, Varadha thinks. The air is getting too hot, so Varadha tugs his cloak and top off. Deva looks over Varadha’s bare chest, hungry at the sight. He looks back up to Varadha, a plea in his eyes. Fine, he thinks, and leans down to kiss Deva. 

Varadha doesn’t know how long he stays there, swallowing up Deva’s moans and feeling up his chest, until he hears a throat clearing behind him. 

“I.. I think he’s ready?”

Varadha pulls back, examining his other self’s work. He does look ready. 

“I am,” Deva says. “You did a good job.” Younger Varadha blushes at the praise, and Varadha has to shove his rage and jealousy away. He’s still me, of course Deva would praise him. 

Varadha meets the eyes of his other self, who asks, “What now?” He smirks down at Deva, relishing the anticipation in Deva’s eyes. 

“I think he’d look good on his knees, as I take him from behind.” The younger Varadha watches in rapt attention as Deva quickly gets into position. Varadha lines up behind Deva, not giving him any warning before pushing into him in one long stroke. 

Other Varadha seems to want to object, like he wants Varadha to start slow to let Deva get used to it, but stops himself after hearing Deva’s groan. Varadha knows what Deva's thinking: Finally. 

Varadha doesn’t slow down his thrusts as he chuckles. “Look at him, look at how beautifully he takes my cock. Ready to be used whenever and wherever.” He slaps Deva’s ass, and Deva makes a broken sound in assent. 

Younger Varadha can’t help it anymore, takes out his own cock to stroke as he watches the erotic sight in front of him. 

Varadha gestures to Deva’s front, before putting his hands back around Deva’s waist, getting a good grip as he roughly fucks into Deva. “His mouth’s free if you want.”

His younger self’s eyes get wide, as if he hadn’t even considered that was an option, as if he was content just to watch his older self fuck all coherence out of Deva. 

Between thrusts, Deva manages to get out, “You can use my mouth, it’s okay.”

The other Varadha scrambles over to where Deva’s face is, gently stroking his jaw. Varadha slows down a little, letting his younger self guide his cock into Deva’s waiting mouth. He watches him thrust shallowly, hands curling up into fists on Deva’s shoulders. 

“Grip his hair.” With that command, Varadha speeds up once again, and the other man has no choice but to do so to keep himself inside Deva’s mouth. Deva makes the most beautiful noise, and Varadha has no doubt he’s enjoying himself very much between two versions of the man he loves the most. Eventually, the two Varadhas set a rhythm between them, Varadha thrusting so he pushes Deva’s mouth onto the other Varadha’s cock. 

Varadha lets himself lose control, lets himself use Deva the way he’s wanted to for years, the way he used to before. God, he’s missed this. All he can think of is Deva, Deva, naa Deva. 

That last part slips out of his mouth by accident, and he can feel Deva freeze. A second later, Deva clenches around him, so hard and tight Varadha almost blacks out, and comes. 

The other Varadha pulls out, lets Varadha keep fucking Deva through his orgasm. Varadha doesn’t stop, though, and Deva dutifully opens his mouth once more. The other Varadha shudders at the sight, pushing himself back inside. 

“Is he.. ah.. will it hurt him? If we keep going?” Younger Varadha asks, and Varadha laughs. 

“Yes,” is all he says, and the other Varadha seems to understand that Deva’s fine with the overstimulation. 

They keep going like that, the sound of their own moans combined with Deva’s muffled ones filling the air. How long, Varadha doesn’t know. All he knows is that he wants to stay in this moment forever, with Deva. Preferably without his younger self, actually, but he doesn’t really have a choice in that. 

The other Varadha groans and comes inside Deva’s mouth. The sight of the cum dripping down the corner of Deva’s mouth as he pulls off makes Varadha come as well, pinning Deva in place so he can come inside him. 

Younger Varadha immediately kneels to capture Deva’s lips in a kiss, licking up the sides to clean him up. He knows the other man was unable to stop himself after seeing Deva so pretty with his cum on his tongue. Varadha himself can’t help but admire the purple bruises along Deva's hips, and the way cum slowly oozes out of Deva’s puffy hole. My cum, he thinks smugly. He pushes what’s leaking back inside with his fingers. 

The other Varadha pulls back, resting his forehead on Deva’s own. “Okay?” He asks. 

Varadha can’t see it, but he already knows the exact dopey grin Deva has on his face. “Okay,” Deva responds, and the other Varadha smiles.

He then looks to Varadha. “What now?” 

Fucking hell, he looks like an eager student. He considers young Varadha’s excited eyes, the broad planes of his chest, the dark hair that didn’t have a single strand of gray yet. Youngsters.  

“Now, we can figure out Deva’s sentence.”

The other Varadha pales, and Deva’s face drops. 

“Or…” Varadha starts, and the other two perk up. “You can try fucking him this time, and I’ll ride him while you do that.” 

As Varadha tosses the vial to Deva, leans back to let him open Varadha up this time, he pushes the rational thoughts aside. He knows they’ll have to face the future at some point, will have to figure out how to free Deva from the consequences of the Nibandhanam. With two Varadhas here, they might have a shot at it. But for now, he’ll just enjoy himself. 

As the other Varadha bends down to kiss him, Varadha thinks that the enjoyment might actually end up being literal. 

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Denna månad har jag sett klassisk SF, klassisk fredriksdal och en remake på en klassisk Hitchcock. Det blir svällande muskler, svingande svärd, sjungande värjor, damer som försvinner och one liners som haglar.

Arnbergs Korsettfabrik (2000) [👍🔁🆓🎭] Eva Rydbergs klassiska omstöpning av Poppes Oskulden från Mölle. En fortfarande genuint charmig och rolig pjäs jag tycker om att återkomma till.

Battle in Outer Space / Uchû daisensô (1959) [👍🆓] Japansk SF, väldigt gediget producerad. Bra story, och bra special effekter. Regisserad och skriven av samma man som skänkte världen Godzilla.

Dark Star (1974) [👎] John Carpenter, över lag bra special effekter och produktion. Dock konstigt manus som gör att jag tappar intresset snabbt.

En dam försvinner / Lady Vanishes, the (1979) [__] Överlag sevärd remake på Hitchcock-klassikern. Mer hysterisk än spännande, Cybil Sheppard (i rollen som Kelly) och Elliott Gould (hennes manliga kärleksintresse) tenderar slå över på överspel men Angela Lansbury gör en bra roll.

Freelance (2023) [__] Vill väldigt gärna vara en "Jakten på Stenen"-actionkomedi, men blir mest konstig.

Gullivers Resor / Gulliver's Travels (1939) [👎🆓] Klassisk animerad film uppskattad av många. Dock då ej mig.

Herrskap och Tjänstehjon (2006) [👍🔁🆓🎭] Ännu mer klassisk fars på Fredriksdal. Rydberg är i högform.

Samson and the Slave Queen / Zorro contro Maciste (1963) [👍🆓] Varför plockade amerikanarna bort Zorro Från titeln kan man undra. Väldigt underhållande film jag med all säkerhet kommer se om.

Sinbad: The Battle of the Dark Knights (1998) [👎🆓] Oinspirerad film som började med att konstatera att Sinbad behöver vara lite mer tonåring...

Sinbad of the Seven Seas (1989) [👎🆓] Rörigt och på gränsen till osebar film med Lou Ferrigno i rollen som Sinbad. Lou Ferrigno som Sinbad är typ det enda positiva som finns att säga om filmen.

Sinbads Tusen Äventyr / 7th Voyage of Sinbad, the (1958) [👍🔁🆓] Klassiskt Sinbad-äventyr.

Warcraft: The Beginning (2016) [🔁] Mindes den som överraskande bra, men upplevde den nu som tämligen avslagen. Kanske för att den här öppnade för uppföljare mot slutet som aldrig kom?

Har man, som jag, en viss fäbless för Zorro tycker jag man skall satsa sina minuter denna månad på Samson and the Slave Girl. Känner man att man vill sikta lite högre ser man med fördel Battle in Outer Space som är väl värd en chans.

Edit: Glömde emojisarna.

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Skullgirls Backlash Continues As Company IGNORES Fan Outrage Over Censor...

[shiroselia]

Trodde fan ALDRIG jag skulle vara med om Gunilla Perssons era som Dark Horse men här fan är vi

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R. Varas Aguirre

[weatherman667]

Gamers PRAISE Stellar Blade's NieR:Automata Collab & ROAST Ubisoft's Man...

One of these Nier collabs is from North American, and one is from Asia.

Guess which one is which?

Spoiler:  Stellar Blade is getting DLC next week.  Fucking awesome.

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Ana Argan List - Irrbloss

Atmospheric/Post-Black Metal from Västra Götaland, Sweden

Ana Argan List is a solo project formed early 2020 in dark and snowy Sweden by Edvin Johansson. The project was created as an outlet for anxiety and depression. Influences are mainly Black Metal and Post Metal topped with nordic pagan heritage. When words can’t be expressed, music takes over.

1. Att vara sann 06:43 2. Siluett 04:05 3. Bandet du bröt 04:42 4. Vingar 03:34 5. Sorgens riter 04:25 6. Vägen sanningen ljuset 06:27 7. Flamman 05:43

Release date: October 11th, 2024

[wombocombo4x3]

Hogwarts Legacy BEST SELLING GOTY, The Game Awards ROASTED For Excluding...

[aus-wnt]

Interview with Micah

https://www-expressen-se.translate.goog/sport/fotboll/damallsvenskan/kan-vara-forodande-for-min-karriar-och-for-mitt-liv/?_x_tr_sl=sv&_x_tr_tl=en&_x_tr_hl=sv&_x_tr_pto=wapp

Thanks anon. Concussions are so damn scary.

The kick hit straight in the face and the first memory image was a gray fog.

After almost five months of rehabilitation, Teagan Micah, 25, is still not back in match form. Still, she is grateful.

- The first few months it wasn't football that worried me, then the question was more whether I would ever feel like normal again. It was a hard feeling that took me to a very dark place, says FC Rosengård's goalkeeper when she now chooses to tell about the time she herself describes as hell.

Beginning of December. Rosengård against Benfica in the Champions League and Teagan Micah raced out of his goal to beat striker Cloé Lacasse on a deep ball. She did prevent a goal, but the price was high.

The first memory I have is that I looked up and tried to focus on the scoreboard because I knew the match doctor was going to ask me if I knew what day it was and what the score was in the game. But I couldn't focus enough to see it, it was like a gray fog in front of my eyes.

Micah tried to stand up, but felt everything start to spin more and more.

Suddenly I started to cry. Beautiful tears that rolled down the cheeks. I couldn't control it. When you have a concussion, the emotions apparently don't do what they want.

Micah suffered a concussion At first, a fracture to the face was feared.

Eventually, only a concussion was diagnosed.

Or, just and just…

The crash was the start of a months-long nightmare for Micah.

The first weeks I couldn't do anything at all, just lay in bed. I couldn't even walk without feeling dizzy, had a constant headache.

Most of the time was spent in a dimmed room without television, mobile phone and other things that can strain a brain.

The Australian national team goalkeeper was far from home and felt increasingly isolated. The winter break came as a blessing in connection with Christmas. She was able to go home and see family and friends for a month.

But even there I had to isolate myself quite a lot because I wasn't feeling well. It's hard, I'm a very social person. I felt alone, I didn't have the health and I didn't have the football. A very tough time.

Teagan Micah returned to Malmö and FC Rosengård after the winter break, but after just one week she went to sports manager Therese Sjögran.

I cried and said that I need to go home again. I felt like I couldn't contribute at all to the team.

Leaving Rosengård again While the teammates went to Marbella for pre-season camp, Micah went back to Australia for a month.

She tried to get back on her feet with the national team doctor, who also works with many rugby players.

There is a lot of experience from concussions there.

Initially, the exercises were childishly simple. Micah had to stand and watch a ball drop to the ground and bounce up and down. She was asked to focus her gaze on a cross on the wall while turning her head from right to left.

Even such small exercises were enough to make me nauseous.

I also had VR glasses where I could see a ball going back and forth, but it also made me dizzy. Imagine then going out on a football field where there are 21 other players to follow, a ball, referee and everything around. It felt hopeless but I persevered.

National team doctor Brandi Cole pushed on. Eventually, Micah was back on a grass field.

I remember one of my first sessions. I drove for maybe 20 minutes and anyone who saw me after that must have thought I was drunk. My whole body was shaking, I felt like I needed to throw up and was carried off the field. Everything rocked.

Aiming for the WC in Australia Step by step, the sessions were extended and the exercises became more advanced. Today, Teagan Micah is not fully recovered, but it is close. She is back with FC Rosengård and training. Matches only become relevant when she can do a whole week of training without feeling any symptoms. She herself hopes that it is only a week or so away, but does not dare to withdraw anything in advance.

The goal is to be back to be able to play this summer's WC, at home in Australia and New Zealand. It has provided motivation, but also meant stress.

It's like a ticking bomb. I need to be back playing games before then. Before the injury I was in good shape and had 3-4 clean sheets in the last 5-6 games with the national team. When you get injured, it's often another goalkeeper who comes in and does a good job, so it's clear that it was stressful at times. Other times I think that I was bedridden for two months and that I shouldn't push too hard, it could be devastating for my career - and for my life.