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one thing about this au needs to get out of my head already so, modern! pelle is definitely still broke as fuck so camgirl! reader girl, please do not ever expect more than a €15 donation from him, he really gives you all he has to spare though, poor little thing probably even apologises so awkwardly for how little he thinks knows it is in his donation messages to you! it looks so especially small next to some of your other donation amounts from other people :(
he is a desperate little starving artist who is just so obsessed with you and he gives you just about everything he has because you make him feel all weird good inside… watching you, hearing you and talking to you makes him feel something he has never felt before… he definitely was not even a donator at all at first though!
he was absolutely a lurker who never said a single thing, not even in the free chat box on your stream! he just lurked and watched you work yourself into euphoria on his old laptop screen in the darkness of his room, the confidence he had worked up to make his first donation to you was probably majorly spurred on from him being tipsy drunk and after that, he just grew addicted to your attention… he grew addicted to hearing your soft voice address him his username directly and he was addicted to how you seemed to talk to just him, how you seemed to divert your attention away from all of the other paying viewers just to address him and his measly €15 with a genuine smile on your perfect face…
anyways, yeah, modern! pelle would just be an obsessed little loser ( lovingly ) and i will write more about this lol <3
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The Transylvania Dream: A Glimpse into Per Ohlin's Soul
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Pelle's mind was a whirlwind of intensity, constantly seeking meaning in a world that often felt shallow and uninviting.
He was the type of person who didn’t just exist passively, he lived deeply, in his mind, feeling every moment with a weight that others might not even notice.
For Pelle, nothing was ever just surface-level. Every song, every piece of art, every story held layers of significance waiting to be uncovered. It was this very nature, his relentless search for understanding and his ability to dream beyond the constraints of reality, that drew him to the myths of Transylvania.
Transylvania, with its gothic allure and historical mystique, was more than just a fictional land of vampires. To Pelle, it represented a world where darkness was embraced, not feared. It was a place where the shadows told stories and the night sang its own haunting melody. For someone who often felt misunderstood and out of place, Transylvania became a symbol of acceptance, a land where his fascination with death and beauty, his need for solitude and meaning, could coexist without judgment.
In his imagination, Transylvania might have been the one place where he could truly belong. The quiet isolation of its forests and the timelessness of its castles reflected the way he saw himself: a soul yearning to escape the trivialities of modern life and find a sanctuary where his intensity would not be a burden but a strength. It was a dreamer's paradise, a canvas for his inner world to come alive.
This dream wasn’t just escapism; it was deeply tied to who Pelle was as a person. He didn’t crave the superficial comforts of society, he craved depth, connection, and meaning. Transylvania, as he imagined it, was not just a geographical place but an emotional refuge, a metaphorical "home" where he could be seen, understood, and perhaps even find happiness. In a world that often felt like it couldn’t contain the breadth of his thoughts and feelings, Transylvania was a place where he could exist fully, without compromise.
For Pelle, this fascination was both poetic and deeply human. It spoke to his yearning for a world that aligned with the intensity of his own inner life, a world where he didn’t have to dull his edges to fit in, but where those edges were celebrated.
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Ps: Picture edited by @mayhem_archives
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